Piano Roulette

We had a pretty amazing weekend with some pretty amazing laughs. But daylight savings and Monday had to come by to ruin everything. Oh well.

One of the highlights of our weekend away was finally going on Chatroulette with Carmen because the boys were busy watching soccer news or something and I wanted to see what the fuss was about. I can see how the site can be addicting, especially for those who like to show their weenies and boobies online to strangers. Okay, not saying I am one of those and we totally freaked out when we saw a penis flash on the screen, but it was really exciting to talk to random strangers all over the world. We befriended two Russian soccer players who were nice enough to bring in a handful of snow after we told them how hard it was raining in California, and this guy from Toronto who showed us his stuffed octopus. That sounds dirty. It wasn’t. Long story.

But now I wish I had stayed on long enough to get this guy, who everyone at work is saying it’s really Ben Folds but I have my doubts because last time I saw Ben Folds, he was super old and wrinkly. That could explain the hoodie, right? I don’t know. I kind of don’t care.

All I care about are pianos and boys singing over them.