I’m not sure where it’s coming from—either there’s a show happening in a bar the next town over or someone in the ‘hood is playing their music really, really loud—but whatever it is, it doesn’t translate well from the distance from which it’s being played, and it’s killing my buzz, man. And now, whoever it is is playing that jangly surf guitar song from “Pulp Fiction” and yelling like an idiot. Faaaaaaaaan-tastic. Seriously, whoever you are, don’t give up your day jobs.

So, my weekend that I was going to tell y’all about—uneventful, but in a really pleasant way. Saturday was the partying with the bio-fam, which I enjoyed, and then Sunday I hung out over at Kaffy’s after spending most of the afternoon at the Gary Air Show chatting up VIPs on the grandstand while missing the LCCVB party going on in the Aquatorium for which I was given a special entry wristband by its lovely PR chick. (I know I’ve talked about how cool the air show is before, but this one was SERIOUSLY cool; the illustrious Thunderbirds made their first appearance, and they’re totally badass if you’ve never seen them). Unfortunately, I missed Kaffy’s sorta-annual croquet bash, but she and I got to spend some quality time drinking and smoking on her front porch, and that was just as nice. And lessee, Monday Mother and I grabbed dinner and went to the mall, and there must’ve been something wrong with me because she didn’t completely annoy the shit out of me, amazingly enough. The end. The best part about the whole holiday? Remembering how refreshing it is to not hate everyone. I went a whole weekend without getting crabby once.

Could this Chicagoland area weather be any nicer than it was this weekend?

Before I go into my holiday weekend and how glorious it actually was, how ‘bout that nip/tuck season opener? Alotta questions here, folks—first up, is Christian gay? A tough one, considering what Brooke Shields (aka Dr. Wolper) threw out in their first session about him being in love with Sean and Sean acting like a jealous wife for most of the episode, but based on that info alone, I got the impression that maybe Sean has some repression for Christian. HowEVER, the character writeups on the show’s official site reveal that later in the season, Christian gets it on in the shower with none other than



A.C. Slater, everyone! All riiiiiiiiiight!

Also, how do I condense this into one image?

It’s cool enough to have the windows wide open, the crickets are chirping, and I just finished putting together the boys’ between-set CD I said I would make them when I decided the ones they played last time didn’t rock my socks. I think it’s cool, you see, as does this guy, whose advice on putting together a good mix CD I sought earlier this week, but I’m sure Lenny will hate most of it. I told him so, too. Being their No. 1 fan outside of their wives, though, comes with privileges, like being able to give input without getting punched in the face.

The rest of my evening, meanwhile, was spent at a bio-fam Labor Day get-together with enough food to feed Nambia (such as this which ohmiGOD, were they freakin’ good) and excellent company (aka no fighting, snubbing or otherwise making each other uncomfortable—a plus in our ‘hood). Then Bee-Dubs and I spent about an hour and a half deep in conversation away from the rest of the crowd, which turned out to be really nice. And I? Totally made and brought food for the occasion: a peach trifle, a recipe Poppy told me to try involving peaches (deh), strawberries, angel food cake, vanilla yogurt and booze (rum, if you must know, since I didn’t think scotch would work). By myself, with no help. And? It didn’t suck. I KNOW, right? Chalk it up to the fact that just because I DON’T cook doesn’t mean I CAN’T. I’m actually a very good cook. Ask Kaffy; she knows.

Now if I could just figure out what the hell smells in my kitchen ...

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