Dudes – what happens when two reasonably intelligent knitters have that second glass of wine during knit night at the wine bar? One finishes a single row of beaded knitting on her shawl, the other traipses through the intricacies of Entrelac. They discuss wine, imported cheeses, travel, and then they pack up their knitting and head for the local bookstore where they buy big 700 page books on history. 
Sometimes I’m just too weird. Thank goodness I’m not the only one.
