Five writers gather around a kitchen table

Last night fireun along with Corey and his fiancee sweetsarcasm13 joined Amy, jpsorrow and myself at jennifer_dunne's for our weekly gathering. There were at least five writers in the group, so naturally instead of talking shop we drank, played the Pirates of the Carribean version of Life and competed to see who could say the most outrageous things to set off the yeepster.

Much hilarity ensued--the only book related discussion was birthday girl fireun lamenting the hours of sleep she'd lost because I'd introduced her to kristine_smith's Jani Kilian series. Hee!

We were all grateful that there were neither webcams nor recording devices. When we're writing about these times in our memoirs, I'm sure we'll make it sound as if we were the spiritual heirs of the Inklings, rather than miscreants who met in our member's homes because no decent pub would have us :-)