I wish I could just hop over with some gingerale. damn teleport

I'm glad I went to the flamnco thing, it was just frustrating not being able to see. Plus the barista didn't know how to make a french soda. Meg pointed out how lucky we were to work at a Spanish restaurant that had flamenco on Friday and Saturday nights. At the time we'd say things like, "I wish she'd get out of my section, I have a paella to serve!" Now I really miss her. Tonight's guitarist was incredible, though. I have never heard a spanish guitarist I enjoyed as much, not even Segovia.

Gingerale would be excellent. I don't have any of that, but I do have ginger tea--I should definitely make myself some. And yes, so need a teleporter.

How's your blog post coming?

It's not. I feel too crappy. Every now and then I write a sentence. Then I eat a Saltine. It's not the most productive way to work, I'm finding.

Ahh well, deadline schmeadline. It's hard enough to be creative when you're not feeling sick.

The Libertine (Johnny. Depp. Big white shirts. Sexiness. Probably crap, but - gah.)

You do know that Johnny's nose rots off because of syphillis, right?

Tom Waits is also in Domino.

Thanks for reminding me that I wanted to see Paprika.

We're just back from the RenFaire which is why we missed games night at Megan's house. (Sorry Megan!)

Emmett looked very dashing in full piratical gear. Matilda was either nonplussed or completely boggled by all the goings on.

JZ got her puritan on and went around scolding men for showing off their sexy calves and tempting the women.

I ate Toad in the Hole and drank a Guiness. Very yum. JZ had roasted artichoke drizzled in butter. Emmett had a cinnamon bun. Matilda sampled our treats. There was some archery and Emmett watched Moonie and Broon's neo-vaudeville improv comedy show about three times.

O I love Moonie and Broon. Did they do the mama polar bear song?

O I love Moonie and Broon. Did they do the mama polar bear song?

They did not. They did, however, have a woman onstage signing their stage banter so they said things like, "that's when the little monkeys were swinging from my erect nipples" just to see how she'd do that in sign. She was very game. Moonie's solo show had just about everything go awry, mostly due to overwilling volunteers eager to mug and upstage him. I've never seen him totally abandon his non-talking whistling persona before just to get through a set. Emmett loved it though.

They did a whole song about sweaty man panties for the benefit of our sign-language interpreter a couple years back.

There was some archery and Emmett watched Moonie and Broon's neo-vaudeville improv comedy show about three times.

I've seen them, too. They did a show here at the Colony, and I got to work on it. Good stuff.