So apparently the first turtle parties have begun. On Friday night approx 50 women descended on the goat and turtle while DJ Jazzy Jeff, spun his little why chromosome all night. I only know of the event (having not been invited) by the glazed looks of townsfolk the next day. There was word of a famed checked polyester panted woman in fine form.

Last night we sat by the fire and watched The Hustler on the rear projection screen. I think I might have actually seemed cooler as I stumbled up hill; " The problem with you is that you're a Roman, they always want more."