I think Jamaica gets a "don't drink tap water" warning, but I'm not sure about extra shots. (And "don't drink the water" doesn't necessarily mean it's contaminated, just that the local Jamacian microbes won't get along with an average American's native intestinal flora.)

Oooh, thanks smonster for that link to the royal wedding. I'd been trying to find pictures but had been unsuccessful.

I'm fascinated by the badges and such. I'd love to know what they all mean.

I fell in love with the Danish royal family when I lived there briefly. I lovedMargarethe's dress...the loudest next to the Spanish queen.

I'm sad to see what Sylvia of Sweden has done to her face. She used to be lovely.

My OTRoyal couple though, are Haakon and Mette-Marit of Norway. So sweet. Theirs was one of my favorite weddings ever. Not to come over as truly sad, but I'm pretty sure I still have the newsclippings from that one. (2001)

Paging Aims: do you read TLo?

I DO NOW!!

These guys are my favorite: [link]

I want that dress.

My BFF's name is Margarethe. random

Oh, J. Peterman, how I loathe you. Your clothes are beautiful and enticing, and I would happily spend so much money on you, but alas, you don't carry anything in my size. Stop tempting me with what I cannot have.

These guys are my favorite: [link]

This is what I'm saying! Margarethe is a riot. And their union seems actually happy...or I want to think so.

The big scandal when I lived there was that she was snapped sneaking cigs in the courtyard of the palace. I'm allergic to cigarettes and, therefore, no fan, but her nipping out back just cracked me up. As I recall, she was resolutely unrepentant.

I once read a story about a doctor/professor/biologist that ingested a tapeworm before he went abroad. Then when he got home, he'd take the cure.

Why?

Apparently the story went that the tapeworm let him eat anything and everything without having to worry.

As I type this, I expect to type "and then one day..." but I have no further info to impart.

So, I'm staying home today.

UTI killed me anytime I had to walk anywhere yesterday. I'm fine sitting, laying down, but moving? NSM.

It took me more than 15 minutes to get from a good parking space to clock in at work yesterday. It should have been a two minute one.

Oh, and to make matters worse, what with the leg wound and the UTI, I sweated a lot. That brought on further dehydration and, of course, leg cramps overnight.

So? Staying the h*** home.

re the royal wedding guests: that's a LOT of bling!

And the Spanish princess (in pink) looks like she may have mugged a matador for the jacket.

A poll for tonight's activities:

To start, let me mention I'm kind of hungover and really tired.

Should I:

Go to yoga?
Go to this seminar on absinthe cocktail making?
Do nothing?