Penni! Penni!! Wake up!!! You're having a bad dream? We're all here! We're all 29 years old, except one of us who's 22 years and some months. No crones--old or otherwise! No support hose! No dentures! No Ovaltine! No shuffleboard! No managed care homes! And--heaven forbid--no drooling. No rocking chairs, except the elegant and stately Bentwood, that is.
We're all here in the parlor telling witty stories, listening to Pachelbel and Vivaldi, laughing, sipping champagne, munching the delicious caponata Randy suggested. They're marvelous! Here, have one. And do try the braised rutabaga in spiced yogurt! It's my specialty! You'd never guess it's rutabaga! You'll love it! Chardonnay instead of champagne for you? Coming right up! Doesn't look like ZinMaster has arrived yet, so try to make do with this lesser vintage. I know, it's not nearly as good as what we have accustomed ourselves, but we're expecting him to bring the really good stuff any time now.
As previously reported, all of us went to that great little restaurant at the end of the universe. You must go there sometime. The food is terrific. Best of all, they let us relax be ourselves. They even allowed Janice her rattlings. Lexa delighted all with her party tricks. They even let Alex play bartender! Thomas and Gauguin and jp--in fact, all of us--told stories 'till dawn. We sang and danced--yes, on the tables, even--and laughted. Perish the thought! There was good music and fun. Of course, we left a generous tip.
Anyway, we're all back now, enjoying an early midnight repast. We're glad you came early to regale us with tales of your New York Adventure. Tell us, how did you find Times Square? No, I don't mean it that way. I'm sure the taxi driver knew how to get there. I mean, what's Times Square like these days? We want to hear all about everything! And, please, don't leave a thing out! The good folk of the Thread of Rambi await your tales with baited breath.
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