MORE laughter. MORE drinking of adult beverages of the fruity persuasion, although very responsibly. (Rizzo's husband Joe was in charge of 'closing time'.) Of course, there were some 3 am gems:
- An unshaven Joe in rainy weather and grey hoodie looked remarkably like a monk. Henceforth, he shall be known as "Gregory the Fuzz".
- On an inspiration of the moment, born of sleepless giggling and stories of globalization, I shouted out unthinkingly "Go Brazilian!" Rizzo informed me that this is akin to asking the world to grow MORE unsightly hair for future removal.
- Buffeted by gusts of wind and splashed by oncoming traffic, Rizzo's pitiable moans could be heard as she skooshed her way along the sidewalk - but when her umbrella betrayed her by flipping inside-out, pterodactyl-like screeches informed the world that life is not fair.
- After deep potations and much film criticism, we have re-nicknamed "Ponyo" to be "The Narco Chick-Fishy", for her amazing transforming abilities between Sea Tadpole with Chicken Feet to Cute Snoozy Girl.
Speaking of snoozing, it's siesta time.