The new technology
While Jeanne is no doubt nursing a hangover from her debauched revelry at ComicCon
, I spent this Sunday evening at church taking in wholesome American entertainment. My friend Eric
invited me to join him and watch an old time radio play of Arsenic and Old Lace
at St. Luke's Episcopal Church.
I grew up as a Southern Baptist so imagine my surprise that the potluck buffet included adult libations. We got there late so we missed out on the sacramental vodka but there was plenty of the blessed holy water: beer.
The play, about geriatric serial killers, had plenty of murder and laughs but no graphic sex. (Nothing like the poisoning of loved ones to bring on the chuckles.) Fortunately Eric brought his iPhone where, through the magic of the wireless internet, he found porn.
During intermission, we cruised for cheap thrills on Busty Island