Groupie em

My neighbor B has some sort of turbo-charger on board. He's got 4 kids, works a challenging job, is president of the school district, and as a side thing, he coproduces concerts at the local cathedral, a Grand Venue if ever there was one. plus he and his partner S are stand-up stand-ins for me, because katie spends about as much time at their house with Naomi as she does at mine.

Anyhoo, point of the post. When he put out an emergency call the other night for overnight hosts for his latest performers, a traditional folk music group from Tsibili, Republic of Georgia, who are touring the states, I was more than happy to provide a few beds. They didn't roll in until midnight or so, but i regathered my slumbering hospitality energies and enjoyed a lovely Stolichnya with the band, Fodor, |gor, and Gregor. Lone foggy observation: when they talk together it all sounds like "ishka bishka dovbro kobrovka." I'm pretty sure they were saying, "ooo, lovely American lady. but where is her big American breasteses?"

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[Ron]

Shocking! They were probably also saying 'Look at her white American perfect teeth. I am blinded by the light reflecting off them!' :-)

[em]

also, "whoa, this house is a strooshey." :-D

[Greavsie]

Or How do you get the shower to work again?

[em]

or "don't those kids ever shut up?"

[Em]

I don't seem to recall any problems locating them when we met, dearie.

Not that I was looking, of course (too much of a gentleman for that).

:-)

[em]

yeah, damn kids are underfoot everywhere you look. ;-)

[Ian]

I think Em (as you well know) they were discussing how they were going to avoid going down the dark spooky steps to your basement "to help fix my fuse box".

Run Tsibilians, run!!!

[em]

MWA HA HAAAA!