Sorry Albert, didn’t mean to offend. You can come on strong to my brother and return the favor.

I call my brother Gilbert when his real name is Robert. He is going to meet my friend Albert on Saturday night. Albert meet Gilbert, and vice-versa!

Which reminds me of the night I met Alberto’s brother:

After lots of chapagne, swing dancing, and Pirates of the Penzance at my cousin’s big 20th and LEAP DAY birthday, Eric and I went to Pour House. Well I happened to run into my friend Albert who bartends there on Sundays…

 For context: a. I’m drinking free champagne  b. I’m being giddy from dancing with Eric-le-charmer all night

 Albert’s brother-in-law happens to be :

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4510160

 Apparently I was trying to get Mr. Green interested in our program for journalism. Albert called me the next day to tell me I slightly offended his family (sister was there too). I mean, I know you have a kick-ass job, but you’re not Brad Pitt. You should enjoy the attention and intrigue that your job garners.

So for you, Albert, I’m sorry if I offended the fam. But it won’t be the last time I’m offensive in P-U-B-L-I-C. Go ahead and offend Gilbert. I approve.