Though I could apparently go all night fleshing out the random posting ideas horded and festering in my brain over the past week, I’m hoping to get in at least a token amount of sleep before Helen Jane’s wedding (and subsequent shindig) tomorrow evening, so I’m stopping here. First, however, a few last pre-matrimonial thoughts:
- Helen Jane absolutely, totally, and completely rocks the proverbial Kasbah, and I’m thrilled I’ll be there when she walks down the aisle. Having initially met her online, I now even have some hope for this new-fangled so-called Information Superhighway.
- Also, her three bridesmaids are foxy, foxy, foxy.
- One of them, however, secretly can’t stand one of the others, so I’m kind of hoping for a catfight. Though given the brains differential between the two, I sadly suspect the detest will remain safely undetected. [Personal Note: Sorry, HJ; I know it's your wedding and all, and I should totally be rooting for smooth and happy and whatever. But a catfight! Let a guy dream.]
- Also, at the Thursday pre-pre-wedding BBQ, after a few too many beers and a last shot of Jaeger (soon to no longer be her namesake drink), Helen Jane offered ten bucks if I could get all three bridesmaids to go to bed with me, at the same time. Which, while I don’t really foresee happening, would probably trump the catfight. - While kayaking down the lovely tidal Napa River may sound like a wonderful day-before-the-wedding event, it’s slightly less so when the temperature in Napa is 107 degrees. - And, finally, to the many faithful readers who have written in regarding Sarah Brown, I regret to inform that she will not be in attendance, having been unable to escape the chains and shackles of her day job. She will, however, be in NYC next week, so I get to stalk her in real life after all.
I’m off to bed.