After my blog was down for a couple days last week (wtf?) and Alan asked me if its leave of absence portended my death, I just wanted to see if posting worked. So “erer” were the first 4 letters that my little fingers hit. Sorry to all your theories. And Garet, you know I don’t do anything by accident.
My B-day was fabulous! I drank a lot and remembered most of it. I feel so blessed to have such fabulous friends. Sigh. Dancing to pussy control with Emily Bennett was an experience.
In other news:
Working like a maniac!
Nervous for Carmen, practiced for 4 hours today.
To my utmost delight, my fridge didn’t liquefy my bag of mixed greens from Miriam. So right now I am making a tomato, feta, lemon-garlic chicken, cranberry/walnut salad with Raspberry vinaigrette dressing. Eat your heart out.
Random story from this morning:
Having breakfast at Cucina Sorella this morning, and when some very dykey girl loudly ordered the exact same thing as me, it prompted my aghast question: “Is that lesbian food?”
Craig: “Does it come in a large bag like birdseed or dogfood?”
Ed: “Purina Lesbian Chow, now with real bits of carpet.”
Someone should really stop us. So un-PC.