I loved Moksha’s line at the very first when he credits the cups’ celebrity, and ends the sentence with, “edge of my seat.”

I loved, “….he doesn’t even have a straw.”

Outstanding.

“Heros among the cups….”

Was it planned to have Moksha tout his blog and end it that way, or was that off the cuff?

Bravo guys.

The production is great. I was wondering if those were the actual cups or “stand-ins,” but I guess you cleared that up with your later comment.

By the way, I noticed that my absence wasn’t noticed until you had to bring up brothers who offend. Thanks for that….MF’er. Besides, that’s what big brothers are for….page one in the manual.

I’m ready for the next installment already.

Dave – No, no script, just as the credits indicate. And, yes, I took them on a business trip, for the express purpose of taking them to Moksha’s house.

Émilie B – Sorry about the car accident, but glad that the zany video cheered you up a bit. I just said, “zany.”

Shan – Yes, we are!

Simon – Although I knew I wanted to show more cup adventures, I also figured using them for this purpose would be the perfect way to let you know that the two of us had managed to meet before May. Didn’t take a lot of extra effort, so don’t feel too left out. And, Meg didn’t flirt with me at all, so you didn’t miss anything on that front, either (don’t say, “or the back.”)

Amy – Yes, yes, and my wife was a little concerned about that, too. But, in the end, we just couldn’t tempt fate. I mean, come on, things can happen between now and May (but won’t!).

Moksha – I wondered whether you were in slack-jawed awe. Glad to hear you were.

Simon – Your brother offends you sometimes? I wouldn’t know what that’s like at all… ha! Speaking of which, umm, Charles?

My mind was also sullied by horrible, terrible flashbacks to the “Gren was here” sign posted on my front door. I appreciate it when folks have, if not good intentions in mind, then at least me in mind when exercising their bad intentions. I love being thought of! (Most of the time.)

As much as I’d love to pass Bacchus and his speach pattern off on the effects of the grapes, the sad truth is that Mark hates beer and I didn’t want to get him too liquored up for the icy drive back to his hotel. We were both stone-cold sober.

Also, you hsould know that Shannon has been very worried about you, Simon. She was sure that you would be offended that Mark and I got together behind your back and then conspired to keep you in the dark about it. Well sure…when you put it that way… But I just had to believe those few moments of mental “gymnastic flips” would make it all worth it for you.

Oh, and being in the presence of the world famous storm drain cups was truly awe inspiring. Bacchus’s reaction to their fame was very easy for me to act given the reality of my star-struckness.

I can only guess that Mark’s work schedule brought him close enough to the Grenstead that some sort of meeting was made possible for an evening. And that *somebody* had the foresight to bring a couple of cups with him.

Blue Straw looks so dashing, what with Jack standing up proudly on one side, a little worn though he is.

Overall, I’m still rather speechless. Nicely done, both of you!

(It took me until the fourth viewing to decipher that line, “…throw a rock to hit the Arctic circle.” Bacchus had a few too many grapes in him, I wot.)

In your defense, I don’t really think I could write your blog. Hell, lately, I can’t even write my own ;) But, I can’t help it if Bacchus has overestimated my literary talent.

I’ll leave it to Mark to tell the tale of those fancy new straws. Glad you noticed. And I’ll leave you to stew a bit longer on the particulars of the magic involved with the film’s productions.

(I’m glad one of you guys made a reference to two chicks. Because with all this talk of cups somebody was going to have to do it. I’m just glad it wasn’t me. I’m even more glad you didn’t title this post: Two Guys and Three Cups.)

Other than that, I don’t really know where to begin. Um… the fancy new straws are nice. All transluscent and stuff. Very shiny. I’ll try to refrain from commenting on Moksha asserting his ability to write for the Simian. While his hubris and latent narcissism would more than compensate for my own (quite the sensitive lover? WTF!), there is a huge, gaping element of je ne sais quoi that simply cannot be faked. So there.

I honestly think that I have to go away for a few hours and come back here later after I’ve processed all this. Part of my brain can’t handle it right now.

(Although you’re right about the cute kids and hot wife part.)