In which I use chemicals to make myself feel like shit. And quite by accident, too. When Corby and I sat at the bar a few weeks ago and discussed the world at large, we spent quite some time on the topic of drunkard’s remorse: that feeling you have the day after drinking of extreme […]

In which I cut the sleeves off an old bride’s maid’s dress – eggplant, floorlength, strappy, six-paneled, and synthetic – and wear it to a party. Elisabeth and Nathan were married at a quarter to four on Sunday, but we didn’t go to the wedding. I was napping, and Brett was probably sitting on the […]

In which I work my ass off for, well, for fun. Apparently. Last night I went to Elisabeth’s bachelorette party, which did not involve male strippers and booze. It was a scavenger hunt. It started at the Farmer’s Market at six PM sharp, wended its way through Oby Nelson park, the graveyard, Chatauqua Park, and […]

In which I prepare to hang out in a room full of women. I’m going to Chloe’s to celebrate Elisabeth’s bridal shower. Yay! I do not have a camera with me to record this event, not even my cell phone (I don’t know where it is; I hope it’s at home on the laundry table). […]

In which a superior woman serves me superior pizza. I went to Christina’s for lunch today. She made awesome pizzas and salad. Her kids are aweome. Prasada was in a mood because she was starving and I was late, and she totally cracked me up about five times. Christina and I talked about going to […]