finally. a fondue party. i've wanted to do fondue since about 1971, when i was negative four years old. the turtlenecks, hearty laughter, how all the men look a little like magnum p.i. by day the women wear form fitting velure outfits -- a one piece short and tube top set, perfect for roller skating. by night, their hair becomes a crusty helmet, with curls the size of a rolling pin.
everyone eats fondue, listens to bread, drinks riunite on ice and talks about laundry detergent.
then, when everything ramps up a little bit, the pervy neighbor suggests that all the men throw their car keys into the fish bowl ...
i got melted gouda on my pants, but ate it anyway. with a fork.
when i wasn't looking, chuck used my camera to make fondue art photos.
then he took this, entitled: "photo you find of your mom, laying in a drawer."