Nilly's cell phone arrived at my house, today. I've no time for the bullshit incompetence that caused this issue. I'm getting my shit together for a wedding, have to pick up my new shoes on the way home from work, tomorrow, and just put dye in my hair.

They were supposed to deliver LAST Wednesday.

Allyson, that's nuts. Bunch of wankers.

There is not a lot of spare time in the universe at this precise moment. We don't need what little there is bunged up by incompetents.

Skipping to the end due to lack of time.

Deb, what time do you want people to start showing up on Saturday?

Echoing ND to say, Erin, please do not worry about this. We'll take care of it.

You take care of you, and enlist some helping hands whereever needed.

BBQ should start early afternoon-ish, say one or thereabouts.

Karl, yup - early afternoon and we'll rock on all day and into the evening. Hec was making noises about taking people for a nice misty walk in Golden Gate Park in the morning, and Deena and Katie and JC will be coming in from the beach house.

Sunil, you're the man. Welcome back, by the way.

memo to self: make sure there's enough Sharffen Berger in the house to make a kosher decadence for Nilly.

Sunil, you're the man.

No no. As I proclaimed in Movies, I'm That Indian Guy.

What makes the fact that Nilly's cell phone showed up at Allyson's apartment this morning even more interesting is that Nilly's cell phone also showed up at my apartment this morning.