She: “Sorry, I can’t do it Thursday night. I’m hosting a book club meeting that evening.”

She B: “I can’t go Thursday, either. I’m hosting a pity party.”

Me: “Thursday’s out for me, too. I’m doing a one-woman tribute to web development.”

She: “…what?”

She B: “So, you’re going to be a web page? How’s that work?”

Me: “This is me, generating content. This is me, deploying content. See it shimmer in the air…”

She: “…”

Me: “Think of it as performance art with a practical outcome.”