Thank you so much, Bruce, for the wonderful shindig! I was very embarrassed we arrived so late, but I had a last minute dog-grooming request, and two big dogs and a small one that bites took longer than I thought it would. We tried to rush to the House of Pies to get Bruce's favorite peanut butter pie to make up for it, but it only made us more late...duh! And not only were they out of peanut butter pie, but they were out of practically every other flavor. I couldn't decide whether to get the cherry cheesecake or the banana cream, so we got both. When I saw how many desserts were there, I realized two pies was a bit silly. Anyway, the time spent at the party was the fastest two hours of our lives. Listening to Mr. Sherman tell the story of how a conversaton with Cary Grant was his inspiration for some of the lyrics to "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" was a wonderful highlight. The stories told were so interesting we had no idea what time it was when everyone was getting up to leave. Poor Mark was so rivited by the conversation, he couldn't pick a good time to get more spaghetti and when he finally did, it was practically time to go and he was eating spaghetti as fast as he could. The topic of whether it's better to apply for unemployment online or over the phone was heatedly debated. Now you'd think this topic would be sad and depressing, but Barry is such a wonderful story-teller, he made it riviting and the time just flew by. We were so full when we left, I was still full when I went to bed, but I slept just fine with visions of Bruce playing piano for Shirley Jones dancing in my head.
