Books, Sex, Smoothies and Birthdays

Another month, another book club meeting. "The Alienist" by Caleb Carr (my pick) was fairly well received by all, although we did have some of the same problems with the author's writing style. [JP Morgan? What the hell? :-)]

As it happened, as the book club was wrapping up I was treated to an impomptu Sex Ed class by a pretty tipsy Erin and Mike. Then the newly wed, newley returned Adriane and her newly goatee'd husband Greg joined in the discussion. I now know what the top 4 sex positions are, to never try reverse cowgirl with a guy with a slightly curved penis, never have sex standing up with a guy if he's significantly taller than you and always leave the air conitioning on as friction can cause strange sounds. I also learned NEVER to tell the most intimate secrets of your relationship to a friend... cause once the Sangria smoothies start flowing, they all know. (Although Sangria smoothies kick serious ass.) I now know more than I ever wanted or needed to about sexual postions, sounds, lubricants, birth and porn.

Much to my dismay, I finished the 6th Harry Potter book on Sunday night. As promised, I say nothing. And don't ask me anything. I refuse to tell. Erin, I'm working on Woman in White. And on a side note, I saw a soundtrack for the musical version today in "The Wall".

Some friends from work are taking me to Olive Garden on Thursday night for my birthday. Should be a pretty fun time, except that my boss is a little creepy. He's 36 years old, has at least 6 kids (not all in the same house or with the same woman), and has intimated that if he weren't with his current girlfriend, he'd go out with me. Icky. I have a feeling if I shared the same glass with him I'd be pregnant a week later.

Looking forward to Saturday night. Dinner at Great American, then there's talk of going to Karen's. Hope everyone can make it. And if anyone's unsure of what to get me for my birthday....

Seth MacFarlane in a small red ribbon.

And if won't stay, slap on the ankle shakle.

And if he still tries to escape, tell him to knock it off or you'll strap him to a chair and make him watch a loop tape of George W. Bush interviews with a commentary track by Hal Fishman.

Just kidding... about the last two parts at least.