But getting older doesn't have to mean you're old.

According to my charts:

Skipping a strip club? Getting old. (Unless you have a migraine exemption.)

Skipping karaoke? Not getting old.

So I think you might be in the clear.

I was thinking about going out dancing with JZ tonight, but we both got wiped from doing the Mission tour with her visiting bro and partner. But we went out dancing two weeks ago, so my Not Getting Old card got punched for at least six months.

Did you see her at least?

I did. This is a cousin I met for the first time (and only) when driving to LA in 2002. I'm not sure where I got a Hispanic relative, but there she is. Just as crazy as a New Mexico philosophy professor should be. Her classes must be a blast.

Man, I love karaoke. I like to sing, but not on stage or anything. If they can pass the mike to me, maybe. In a group, probably. Out loud with no mike? All the time, karaoke or no.

I don't remember Specifically Charlie's reaction (or Don's for that matter) -- but I do seem to remember Don's ex seeming interesed in Charlie.

Speaking of singing, what cracks me up everytime is grocery shopping late at night and realizing that everyone in the store (all 5 of us) are singing along with the Muzak.

According to Hec's version of youth/old, my Not Getting Old card has probably gone through the washing machine too many times to be much good anymore. Oh well. I lost interest in nightclubbing years ago.

my Not Getting Old card has probably gone through the washing machine too many times to be much good anymore.

Parenting anybody under four puts you in a special category. There's room for rebound once they get to kindergarten.

I lost interest in nightclubbing years ago.

This is totally me. I think I did enough nightclubbing in my late teens and early twenties that I'm so over it.

I heard somewhere the reason that my neighbourhood doesn't have rail is because Beverly Hills wouldn't let anyone go underneath them -- is that true?

No, they think everyone is already beneath them.

But, in truth, I'd heard it was actually something to due with the Fairfax area. The Metro Rail system is like the LA-sized version of Social Security. The political hot potato no one wants to hold for very long.

In related news, the War of the New BH Hotel is cracking my shit up. I can't believe people are spending this much money on ads. And not just ads! Smear ads! It's too funny.

Kat, I just went to the Container Store web site, and I even more cannot come to Pasadena. My head would explode with the wanting of everything. Just thinking of the stoneware butter dish makes me fluttery. I have a weakness.

I saw this, and thought of you.

The new kitchen has much more counter space and cabinetry. I can't wait to organise, but shopping at that store now would be counterproductive.