our friends' annual Cheese Ball (really, it's just a party where everyone brings cheese but we all dress up really fancy -- or whoever wants to dress up fancy does, and everyone else wears what they want)

I want to go to there. I wonder if there's any way I can make something like that happen near me. I don't know anyone with a house like that, though. Love.

Ooh, fun, Dana!

The cheese ball sounds like a heck of a lot of fun. Also, yummy!

In other news, I have discovered that while both cats are surprisingly meh towards catnip, both of them LOVE lemongrass, and would eat my plant down to nubbins if I allowed them.

I gave them a long leaf from the plant and each grabbed an end and started nomming, leading to a very Lady and the Tramp moment.

I wonder if there's any way I can make something like that happen near me.

All you need is a place to gather (big-ass swanky house not required) and people who are willing to dress up fancy and bring cheese. And the fancy dress isn't even a requirement. It's just an excuse to eat as much cheese as possible.

Last year, someone really did bring one of those giant clear plastic tubs of neon orange puffed cheese balls. Which I ate.

One of my goals when I move is to have some fancy parties.

And, you know, cheesecake is allowed. (Actually, people could bring anything -- there were some salads, too. And obviously crackers and bread. But mostly cheese. And probably 90% of the guests dressed fancy. I wore my tiara!)

I am slightly bitter, slightly, that this happens after racing and I had a political breakup. I heard the screaming from the bar downstairs from my massage therapist, and hoped it was that.

Well, Liese, your song made me cry, which I think is a definite measure of success. Other than that, I liked the harmonies (especially in the "ah ah" part near the end) and thought some of the imagery was very powerful. Kintsugi and wabi sabi are two of my favorite concepts; great idea for a song.

Liese, that's an artwork to be very happy with. Gonna listen a few more times when not interrupted to yell GIT DOWN LOKIDAMNIT.

I have vacuumed and mopped the whole damned house and now the damn floors will not dry. I really need to triage the coffee table but I'm about worn out and need to walk Loki before I turn him into slippers.

That is delightful, Anne!

I'm gonna have to ask around, see who in my local acquaintance likes cheese and (optional) dressing up. There must be some.

So I take Loki out for a walk. He immediately goes jungle cat and I'm chasing him up and down the block, hissing and growling. Meanwhile, Pumpkin is sitting in my open bedroom window, crying like she's being tortured. It's a nice night, people are out.

"Yo, is that yours too?" ( pointing at window) Um, yeah."You should let her play too." She climbs trees."So does that one." GODDAMNIT LOKI.

(He only gets about 3' up, but damn, he's being impossible tonight.)