This is my birthday weekend, and that’s my excuse for being absent from this blog. Once all the beer and cake and ice cream stops flowing, I’ll eventually pick myself up out from the heaving mounds of confetti and party favors and get back to blogging. Hopefully. Anyway, Josh posted on the CT blog a few days ago, and he gave a hilariously accurate description of his comrades:
Not that I mind my role as group huckster, someone’s gotta do it. It shouldn’t be Trace, he’s got that quiet dignity that no one wants tarnished. Mary Jo is more than willing but she lacks a certain shamelessness – no matter what she writes, the take away message is always, “Boy, I sure like that Mary Jo!” Joel…well we’d all prefer he remain a notch more mysterious than that. And I can’t get a hold of Frank – last I heard, he was locked in a suite at the Chateau Marmont working on Friday’s blog: “13 Movies From the Late ‘40’s that Make Me Cry”. The dude really should write a book.
Sorry. Thought it was funny, had to share it. Carry on.