Last night, I had an unexpectedly bizarro experience, which landed me in some strangers' living room for several hours. During those several hours, I was quiet, and they were not.* The conversations to which I was privy were HILARIOUS. The characters encountered, total can't-make-this-stuff-up GEMS. Even the artwork on the walls was SOLID GOLD writing material.
We are talking priceless stories. We are talking CRAY-CRAY BANANA-PANTS.**
|Why yes, I discovered make-my-own someecards.com!|
And yes, this statement would solve my problem!
Thus, before blogging my little heart out, I did a quick Facebook check - and yep. CRIMINEY. The "strangers" and I have mutual Facebook friends. Hence my dilemma: to write, or not to write?
In writing about this evening, I would not be mean-spirited, but I would definitely be snarky. And the biggest problem is that the delights are in the details, and while the details would NOT out these strangers in any way, shape, or form to the average reader, the details WOULD out them to anyone who has been in their home. Like, say, a mutual Facebook friend. Who might then share the blog. And I wouldn't want my snark to come as a slap in the face to anyone.
WHAT TO DO?! WHAT TO DO?!?!
* Yes, of course they knew I was there. Sheesh, people. What do y'all think I am, some sort of cray-cray banana-pants creepster?**
** My phrase of the month. Which might extend to phrase-of-the-summer. And no, I'm still not the cray-cray one.