Joe’s House.

Joe’s place is a place of nevertheless. It should suck to be over at Joe’s. It’s not babyproofed. There are two non-disciplined dogs and a spoiled kid running around. The roomie situation is tense. The floor is covered with innumerable tidbits that Ray can’t have. The backyard is tiered, with stone steps and sharp corners everywhere.

I had a great time. We grilled catfish and brats, ate mushmelon (well, not me), and played Trivial Pursuit far into the night–the closest game I’ve ever seen. I tied for second place with all six pieces. Much good jibberjabber that I won’t repeat here. Many friendly insults. Having a yard must be bliss.