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These guys came to visit me in my extremely chic mansion. They were on a couch that was behind me from my very comfortable overstuffed chair, deep in consultation with each other. I was thinking hard about how I would accommodate them... what food would I serve them, where would everyone sleep, that sort of thing, when suddenly they were wrapping it up, and a fellow who was sort of a cross between James Arness and James Comey — tall, vaguely manly, vaguely dorky, blondish — came up and asked me to dance.
I lost interest after a few seconds of dancing with him, and called everyone to come out back for some hot tub time or a dip in the pool. When we got out there, we found my snobby old friend who's been dead now for a few years, was having difficulty getting out of the hot tub, half sheepish to be found there, but covering it up with hauteur, like she owned the place, despite being in a pickle as to how to get out gracefully. Chamath went to go help her, but she fell back in.
We all laughed and chose the pool.
I do so love that theme song. It's perky as heck.
pipe up any time....
