<p>Earlier this week, I was in the midst of minding my own beeswax when Christy Jo popped out at me via e-mail. </p>

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<p>"Do you have plans this Friday?  I have a great blog idea!" </p>

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<p>I did have plans:  watching <em>Young Frankenstein</em> outside on the lawn at the Biltmore.  But part of this blog is listening to our suggestions and acting on them if they fit into my soul-scintillating perameters.  I asked Christy Jo to please elaborate. </p>

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<p><strong>Christy Jo:</strong>  My sister-in-law and her hubby are having a Halloween party and they just bought a beer pong table! You’re never too old to play beer pong!! J This could be your quest to master the game! You will need a costume.  Are you in??</p>

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<p><strong>Me:  </strong>I don't like beer.  Do you double dog dare me? </p>

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<p><strong>Chisty Jo:</strong>  Triple dog dare! </p>

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<p><strong>Me:  </strong><em>(silence)</em></p>

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<strong>Christy Jo:  </strong>Does this mean you are in??  FYI...my bro-in-law has guitars and mics. </p>

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<p><em>(Oh, Christy Jo.  You know me soooooo well.)</em></p>

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<p><strong>Me:  </strong>I'm in! </p>