Fortress of Solitude

So our bum-rush of wedding planning went well. Aside from some traffic hang ups (We do live in a part of the world that could only be more difficult to enter and exit if it required a bush pilot. Actually, that might be faster.) and oversleeping issues (A, thank you for being ok with a minimal time line!) everything went famously.

We crashed a wedding (well, pre-wedding) at our reception site, which, rude though it may have been, was quite informative as we could see what it looked like all 'trussed up'. Granted, these people had no taste and their colors were insane, but, whatever.

(Ours is going to be so much cooler. I mean, how could it not be? It's us.)

While A was in town, we stayed at 'my' house--the condo. I had forgotten! It's so quiet! It's so clean! I can watch television uninterrupted!

It has become my fortress of solitude. I did not realize how loud T's house is, with the constant video games, stomping, yelling, clanking of dishes and hurling of detritus.....Ahhhh. To be able to sit on my deck and listen to the ocean and birds--and that's it. No traffic, no top volume japanimation, no yelling....

After dropping A at the half way point, I went back to the condo to pick up the luggage and whatnot, and wound up lounging on my couch, watching an "American Justice" marathon on A&E. Such pleasure!

Then, my friend from my old place of employment stopped by (Also known as A....Sigh.) and nearly had a heart attack when I freaked out when a moth flew down my shirt. He assumed, from my reaction, that I had dropped my cigarette and was now aflame, and was somewhat....crabby, I guess, when it turned out to be 'just a moth'. (Dude, moths scare the holy be-jeebus out of me. I don't understand it either.)

I thought it was funny. Well, not at the time, but you understand.

When I returned to T's house, it was...CLEAN!!!! It would seem that yelling at our roomie, M, along with disappearing for a while will light a fire under the heinies of some. And, to ice the cake? No one was here. Alone. All evening. (Aside from the moth incident, but whatever.) So, so great.

Our fish are still (Have I mentioned this?) trying to kill themselves/each other during their mating ritual prize fight. I can only hope that they quit or succeed. It's getting old.

Did you know that Bobby Flay is married to the blonde ADA from Law & Order SVU?

How nice for him. (I hate him. He hasn't done anything to me, personally, but he's a pretentious ass. And he looks like a bratty kid. Does that make sense? Like the neighbor kid from "Leave It to Beaver". So there. NO! Howdy Doody. That's who he looks like....an evil, annoying puppet. Yes..... Anyway, there are very few celebrity chefs that don't come off as complete assclowns in my mind. So there.)

Anyway.

I'm quickly running out of topics. Someone give me a shout out with what they want to hear from me! Help! Help!

Oh, and go check out Moni's beautiful son. He has red hair (!!). Playing for the right team already, I tell you.

Moni, you and your husband are so blessed--I am thrilled for you both. The little man is gorgeous, and when you are less sleep deprived, I require more pictures. (I know you have four million of them! Your mom wouldn't have it any other way.)