I Kissed A Girl

The North American Convocation of the Most Holy Order of OCICBW meet in NYC this evening.

It probably might have been predicted: A group of people whose only commonality is their love of a British priest they've never met who is, nonetheless, obviously quite mad, gathered together in the City known as "The Big Apple."

And, I kissed a girl.

Ah, but not just any girl. I kissed Grandmere Mimi. AKA "Wounded Bird". AKA Ms. June of the House of the Louisiana Belles.

While the NYC paparazzi flashed their cameras to capture the moment, Ms. June exclaimed, her voice dripping with the tones of a true Southern woman in distress, "Oh, dear! I do believe you have made me a lesbian!"

To which I responded, "Well, if that's true, then I do believe you have made me straight!"

And, a PERFECTLY GRAND TIME was had by all (despite the fact that I had spent 40 harried minutes trapped in the Lincoln Tunnel en route and missed Evening Prayer and the Ritual Libations which normally precede it in any traditional Anglican/Episcopal community of faith, but had a FABULOUS dinner of Mussels Provencal and Grand Marnier Crepes en flambe for dessert.)

Thanks to Paul for bringing the flask of Bookers which helped to steady my nerves until the waitress could bring the Pinot Grigo.

I understand pictures of "The Kiss" will be forthcoming. Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

(Thanks to Doug for this picture.)