Oh yeah, now I remember

.... Just dragged up from Bob's basement - found next to his old 'Rebelogue' high school yearbooks in a trunk in the fruit cellar. "Dear Diary - I thought last night would never end! Never but never has there been such a wonderful first day of spring. From this point on, whenever I look at a newly arrived robin or an new crocus in a patch of melting snow I shall remember how Howie (known as 'Howard E.' in the Blue Book) had another of his oh-so-very swank affairs (oh, get your mind out of the gutter, Diary - everyone knows that Howie is devoted to his wife Mavis (numero uno, for anyone keeping track.) .... Of course this being London, Ontario, Canada, all the A-list guests had to be flown first to the Woodstock International
Airport (since London still doesn't have an air-strip of its own) - and then bused into town. Most of them thought of it as an adventure. But of course Truman C. and his new pet Lee insisted on their own private cab - thank God for Smitty's Cabs of Woodstock "Two cabs - no waiting!" as their vehicles proclaim. Anyway, Tru can be such a bore and especially when he's been drinking. He rolls out of the cab and proclaims to one and all that his next "blog" (whatever the hell that is,) is going to be the best ever and better even than any 'blog' by Proust. He then pronounced that the blogging done by some guy named 'Lileks' was according to Truman - "That's not blogging - that's typing." As usual, no one knew what the funny-looking toad was talking about but we were still happy to have him there. Until he threw up in Mayor Jane's sandals. Happily dear Diary, that wasn't until the end of Howie's 'event.' ... When Bobby K. rolled out of that chartered school bus arm in arm with Barbra S. and our fearless leader 'Peter Waterhole' tagging along, I knew it was going to be the best night that the fields behind Cavendish leading down to the waters, had ever known since that Tecumseh guy cut some bread with those Pilgrim people. Even the sight of Burt and Angie in some kind of verbal sparring match with Liza Z. couldn't have put a damper on the evening. ... And oh yes, true to form, Howie prepared his world famous BBQ'd hot dogs (altho the Yanks all called them 'weiners' - which caused all sort of guffawing in the Capote camp.) .... In closing Dear Diary, pardon my redundancy but it was a night I shall never forget. As always, affectionately yours, Emilie Harris Jr.