here ya go

This is an old one that I started writing off-line, and never posted. I just found it. I never finished it, but what's there is funny...

-I talked to a friend last night. He started the conversation by asking, "How gay is it to spend your Saturday at a pinata-making class?" I didn't even know how to answer that.My instant reaction was, on a scale of 1-10, I guess it's probably an 8, if 10 is an all-male orgy. But after thinking about it, it's more weird than gay. More than I think, "That's gay," I think, "He must be active on Craigslist." How you find out about a pinata class? That's the baffling part. And slightly more shocking is the fact that there is a pinata-making teacher. Do you need a certification to teach a pinata class? I don't know. Where would you get such a license? Color me baffled. When you discover the class on Craigslist, do you immediately say, "I'm in!" Or is there a process that goes from, "Seriously?" to "No way!" to "What the hell is this?" to "I like candy," to "I really like candy," to "Candy is best when it falls from an animal-shaped container," to "Pinatas are so expensive in stores," to "It's about time I did something for myself for a change."

After making fun of him for a couple minutes, he defended himself by saying, "The class was free, and I'm trying to save money." This is ridiculous because it implies that there's some kind of mandate stating that he has to learn how to make pinatas, and all the other classes are muy caro. You don't have to go to free classes to save money. That's my point. YOu can stay home. You can go to a park, or museum in DC. 

-I went to a bachelor party in the Outer Banks from Thursday until Sunday. I will soon have a long blog to write about this, as I have for every a few other bachelor parties. Before I can do that, I have to decide what I should and shouldn't write. In the meantime, here is a preview of a few things that my friend, John Luoma, the bachelor, said:

"This may be a stupid question, but where is Sadam Hussein now?"

Shocked silence set in the rental van. All six of us were absolutely stunned. We asked, "Are you serious?" a few times. He insisted that he was. Someone blurted out, "He's dead!"

John got defensive, and shot back, "I know. I know he's dead."

I said, "No you didn't."

Lundy asked, "How did he die?"

John, as if he had just written a paper on the subject, but somehow forgot when he asked the question, defensively replied, "He died of a heart attack. It was like three years ago. I don't know how I forgot."