In other cat news, I bought JZ Jenny and the Cat Club yesterday, since it is recently back in print. This would be Jenny Linsky the Greenwich Village cat who is owned by Captain Tinker, who made her a red scarf.
We also picked up The Bears' Famous Invasion of Sicily which was from the same series, The New York Review Children's Collection which reprints quirky cool old kid's books in lovely clothbound editions.
Hec, K-Bug was sad to have missed you two. She was off wandering the stadium with her boyfriend. She remembers you as "the guy that bought her outrageously expensive chocolate".
I am that guy. And was also sad to have missed her. Drag her back into the city sometime and I'll buy her more chocolate.
I am sorry to see so many Buffistae beset with family traumas and tragedies.
Also jealous of Laura and Alibelle et al and their Jazz Cruise (with extra added Jazz Hands?).
I'm very sore from Emmett's birthday as entertaining a pack of feral 9 y.o. boys is arduous work and involves lots of pitching tennis balls and pelting each other and bicycle chases and footballl throwing. The gift giving portion was a success with the iPod shuffle saved for last and earning a full chous of "WoooOooo" followed by the repeated declaration, "You are SO lucky!"
After cleanup, JZ and I didn't have time to squeeze in The Corpse Bride so we dallied in a bar in the Rockridge neighborhood, and had spectacular margaritas while we watched the A's hold onto a win. Then we went to the christening, where I saw all her relatives that came to our wedding more than a year ago. They were all predisposed to liking me since the wedding had been a big hit, so that made things easier. Plus tasty food.
JZ's cousin Damian and his wife Monica were the hosting parents, and their son Evan was getting christened. He was the most curiously attentive baby and oddly into the whole proceeding. He has twin big brothers, aged 2 1/2, and one of them had been run over by a pony at a pony ride previousy that week and gotten badly gashed on the forehead. It would've been funny if it hadn't been so scary. A real close call.
The parents had hired a clown, Buki, to keep the many kids in attendance entertained. Monica came by later and pronounced, "Buki's the bomb! Buki killed!" The children were no match for Buki's hypno entertainment powers.