Juliana I wanted to say I'm a total Fernet convert. I'm more of a home body but I'm definitly going to be going in search of a bar that serves it.

Even though I think it tastes nasty there's something about it that's sort of, endearing (that's the only word I can come up with) about it.

I wish you could have been there to see Bev slowly sipping it and savoring the flavors while the rest of us are tossing it back and shuddering.

mmmm, Fernet. I've got to remember to buy a bottle.

In memememe news, I went for a bra fitting on Saturday. I was right about what band size I should be wearing, but wrong about cup size. Apparently losing weight means I've lost 4" from the band, but nothing from the cups. Which means I have a bunch of pretty bras that I got from eBay that are the wrong size. I mean, I knew they were the wrong size, what with the not fitting when I tried them on the first time, and they've been languishing in a drawer since then.

I think I need to organize a clothing swap so I can find new homes for the pretty unworn bras and the roughly eight squillion black jackets that I don't want anymore.

An interesting fact--Chemistry is owned by Match.com and they founded it solely in order to be able to attack eHarmony while keeping their brand "clean."

So interesting, Robin. It's bizarre how antediluvian America is. And of course the irony is that my first reaction to hearing it's owned by Match.com is that they'd want to hide that fact just so they can better reach out to a hipper, cooler market.

We obviously need updated pictures of the tattoo progress. I've come up with yet another one that I want. I think it's because the Eve is going to take a while to design, and I'll only get the Chartreuse logo upon returning to San Francisco so I'm jonesing for something now.

Also, my friend Joy is heading up there next week with one of Mr. Jane's cobartenders. I. Am. Jealous.

Oo, I should get a real bra fitting. Of course, my problem with bras is that the tape measure always indicates I should be one cup smaller than my boobs actually want to be, so when I go try on the "right" size bra, I wind up with boob scootching out my armpits.

Ooh, DJ, what else do you want to get? I'm in love with this woman's ruin one, but I don't think I'd get it.

Clearly, you need to stow away in Joy's luggage and come get tatted with me. Yes.

When Allyson was looking at eharmony - I filled out the free profile.

I think that a bunch of us did a few years ago. Summer boredness. It didn't reject me, but since i wouldn't pay the money, it kept sending me emails with a religious tone, which I found bothersome.

Clearly, you need to stow away in Joy's luggage and come get tatted with me. Yes.

It seems the only course of action, really. I think I want around my ankle, charm bracelet style, "Love all. Trust few. This above all: To thine own self be true." Or maybe across the bottom of my back, as sort of a companion to the daisy.

I'm ready to just cry. Blarg.

No word from L.

Not conclusive, but no positive response on job stuff.

AND I have a paper to write tonight.

Oh, and BIL is still here...goes home early tomorrow.

Can't drink cause I have to write the paper. Can't faff off and get my nails done cause I have to write the paper. Could I have written it over the weekend - well, sure. Did I? Obviously not.

Cave. Now. Please.

{{Suzi}}