Mmmm, absinthe.

Speaking of, I have some French absinthe (Blanc de Fougerolles). Care to partake?

Shoot, did I say that out loud?

You did. We can only hope that Halo3 will have distracted them.

The career discussion went okay. Lots of "What can I do to help you realize your career goals?", which I answered with "I dunno, make sure we have enough time in our schedule for training and not going crazy?"

Y'all are chatty this afternoon. And, dare I say, adorable?

I'm letting DH have a nap before I head off and leave him with the kids for a couple of days.

Heh. My matron of honor and I used to work at the Adventurers Club at the Dickens Fair, which sounds just about exactly like the one at D-World except set rather earlier (mid-1860s).

One year we led a ladies' entomology group and gave lectures about things like Domesticating and Civilizing The Scorpion and Will No One Hear The Cries Of The Oppressed? An Encomium Against The Evils Of The Flea Circus, and the next year we led a ladies' political society urging the reunion of that cranky toddler, the U.S., with Mother England. Preferably through Albert abdicating the throne and allowing Victoria to marry Abraham Lincoln, whose wife was crazy anyhow and could be easily set aside in a sunny sanitarium somewhere.

Hee! Yes, that sounds a lot like it. The actors are what make the place; so very much fun.

vastly envious of the D-World trip, even though such places freak me out

On bench with juliana.

I edited, Mr. Jilli.

Eeps, I mean, Albert abdicating the Prince Regency and giving up Victoria's hand, because of course the throne was not his to hold or give up.

I swear I knew that already, really.

And I'd elaborate on the things that come to mind when I imagine Pete looming in the weird plasticine whimsy of a D-World an Adventurers Club, but that would just lead to another iteration of the A word, so I'll be merciful and refrain.

juliana, YES. We should do a Bourne and absinthe night (not that absinthe is particularly Bourneian, but since Matt Damon spends most of his time in the movies running or driving or skulking through grand and slightly decaying European settings, it's not that much of a stretch).

juliana, YES. We should do a Bourne and absinthe night (not that absinthe is particularly Bourneian, but since Matt Damon spends most of his time in the movies running or driving or skulking through grand and slightly decaying European settings, it's not that much of a stretch).

Now who's jealous? ME. That's who.

JZ, Albert was the Prince Consort, not Regent (sorry ... too much Georgette Heyer during an impressionable period)

Oh, dear God! I used to know this stuff, I swear! Anyhow, he wasn't king. I'm quite certain of that. And thus, in our plan, he was expendable.

And beltless?