this bright, sunny day, the intelligensia abandoned h.q. to hold court with ice cream at the pig. excepting a bizarro moment where a drunk man approached our table, leaned over the fence and uttered a prayer that climaxed with jazz hands (which was its own kind of fun)- it was a dandy little time.
since the assembled ESLAs were office workers with considerable downtime and endless internet access, it seemed inevitable for the talk to turn to katie (and, yes, we're on a first name basis) and the silent birth. we, of course, all agree the logic behind a silent birth is bunk. but for a glimmer of a moment we were able to imagine the appeal. the relief of blaming everything wrong or bad in your life on the circumstances of your birth. it's obviously taken a load off tommy cruise's shoulders.
are you a light sleeper? a drunk? a nail biter? lactose intolerant? immature? aggressive? abusive? grossed out by certain words? colorblind? too shy? too loud? a philanderer? a gambler? a pimp? no worries- you just had one hell of a noisy birth.