"Joe and Bill are life partners, who are calling themselves 'Team Guido' after their little dog. They've been together fourteen years, so yay, Team Guido."

So this tall cutie who introduced himself to me as I stood against the wall turned out to be the forums' famous chatterbox, who is, I am here to tell you, (1) younger, (2) cuter, and (3) quieter in person than I was expecting. If you aren't a forum reader, understand that chatterbox has been our Guido connection for a while now, and has frankly been a hell of a sport about it, considering how firmly in the minority he was for most of the season. He'd made noise about showing up, and I'd bugged him to do it, so it was pretty cool that he showed. It was, naturally, he who introduced me to the Guidos a few minutes after I saw out of the corner of my eye that they had arrived. "Bill and Joe are looking for you," he said in a low tone, reaching for my hand. I offered it, but I made a face -- not an angry face or a "yuck" face, just my overwhelmed squirmy face (which was getting quite a workout). I met Bill first. He was really very gracious, complimenting me on the recaps and telling me how much he and Joe enjoyed them. Joe was sillier -- he saw me, and he immediately said, "Sweetheart, we have so much to talk about." No, really. This is what he did. You can picture it, can't you? He also kissed my hand a lot. Anyway, they were nattily dressed -- but they didn't match, I'm happy to say. ["Still, those suits? Cut like diamonds. Tres soigné." -- Sars] And nobody's jacket had "Team Guido" embroidered on the pocket or anything like that. On behalf of the civilized world? Whew.