*shamefaced* I did. There may have been interpretive dance involved, too. Over a bbq lunch at some convention or another many years ago…. (and everyone at the table was sober).
Since the other person involved is not much on social media, I will not shame-tag, save to say it was another writer, of older years and advanced silliness, so I was led astray by my elders….
I /know/ you, and I am quite sure there was no leading. You went along willingly.