Hey Chucky, sorry to interrupt the incredibly important marzipan discussion that's been going on, but I wanted to tell you that I just remembered the other day, one of my fave moments of our Tampa weekend. It was the moment when I wandered over to you at the karaoke bar cause they were playing a slow oldie that screamed of dancing cheek-to-cheek to me, and I cuddled into your arms, and you kind of looked at me in a bit of surprise, and you asked me which one of us was going to lead.
I'm still giggling crying laughing-my-ass-off on that one, pondering the politics of straight girls and gay men slow dancing. Hmmmmmmm......