Yes, and actually Mick was a gracious gentleman. The real total dork of the day was me (see above re: wet whoopie cushions). I underplayed the fact that after I sat down on the cushion in my jeans I had a totally sopping behind for about an hour. I had to walk against the walls, and remember not to turn my back on anyone, and hold my hands behind my back like Prince Philip. I felt like a damp mandrill (not to be confused with a damp Barbara Mandrell).

yours, Peter T.