Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Ode to a Glory Hole
Anyone who read the comments to yesterday’s post will know that I solved the riddle of the “anonymous” poster. I don’t get many of those (I’m too boring for suddenly ambitious lurkers), so I was excited and insulted at the same time. As we’ve noted time and time again, sarcasm is sometimes hard to convey in ‘blog writing, and/or it’s all too easy to mistake something innocent as sarcastic.
Such is the case with the comment from my friend, Mr. Glory Hole.
For those of you who are curious, Mr. Glory Hole is an attorney who works with Michelle. He’s Jewish and, next month, he’s marrying a nice Catholic girl (the Shiksa). In Cocoa Beach. The Kamikaze’s are going to be there. The goal is to once again catch a glimpse of some of that "wedded bliss" . . . and then drink ourselves into a coma.
And, also for those of you who are curious, I’m sure someone knowledgeable can provide a definition of a “glory hole.” C’mon, someone . . . step up to the plate. It's right up there with bukkake, jelly doughnuts, and angry dragons.
Speaking of stepping up to the plate, thanks to everyone who joined together to prop up my failing self-esteem.