Festival of Randomness

I am taking the shocking liberty of grabbing this awesome write-up of our evening from an e-mail of Alix's, who gave Michelle an update of what she missed:

"Last night I managed to steer conversation into the realm of Christian sex manuals--which inevitably led to the gutter and a change of subject . Of course, in our case, it was purely theoretical. We missed you terribly! Kathleen made a fabulous dinner, everyone was in rare form, and much hilarity ensued from Andrew asking us all to recount the story of our worst gift ever. There were some great entries into the contest: Kathleen receiving a powder blue velour warm up suit from Phil for her birthday; Jan's family's annual Christmas exchange of scotch and nightgowns; but Tim beat us all with the periodic boxes he receives from his addled, OCD father containing 3-year-old cat fancy magazines, pamphlets from the Sioux Falls Tourist bureau, copies of the 1922 Who's Who in Science, etc.--all, apparently, part of Tim's legacy, the majority of which sits in boxes piled floor to ceiling in his parents' basement... He promises to bring the next box unopened to Tupper Supper so we can all enjoy it together ."