I met with our bookclub last night after reading ""Honeymoon in Purdah: An Iranian Journey" by Alison Wearing. It was fun but unbelievably loud. I never realized how excited we got!

Frank was funny. The louder the women got, the louder he would squeal. I suppose he was feeding off our energy, or perhaps he just wanted to be heard as well. Eventually, he would get so loud most of us would stop talking and turn and look at him.
- then he would stick his fingers in his mouth and slurp away.

By the way... what the heck does "Boop boop dittum dattum wattum -chew" mean?