I now know that given five minutes before the meeting to compose a cute limerick in meter, I can do it. It's still seems pretty goofy to require people to do it.
Last night I received a message from Sarah-the-ex-girlfriend who, as she says of me, I used to date when I was wee (we were, like, 18). We'd been talking about going to dinner and I'd said something about maybe next week. "Now!" she wrote, "Now now now! I want pie!". Sarah writes all kinds of silly happy stuff ("No sushi for kitties, no no no!"). But I called her up and pointed out that I knew a 24-hour pie place. So at 11pm I headed off toward Berkeley to pick her up and go get pie. I had apple-sour-cream pie and she had nectarine mislabelled as peach, which she said was still very good.
Mmm... I like taking off randomly late at night to go get pie. Yay, pie!