He's Aliiiiiiiiive

Yep, I know. It's been a while since I have posted. A long while. What can I say? I have been hard at work. Don't even start with the whole "You don't work" bit. I work harder than I ever have before. Anyhoo, sorry Shlomo, I digress.

First, there was the cocktail party for 30 in our house. We were some how conned, I mean talked in to hosting a party for a couple of glass artists who had an opening at our favorite local gallery. Yeah, let's get one thing straight. Okay, gay. I am not, I repeat NOT, a socialite. I don't have parties in my house...especially for people I don't know...even more especially if they happen to be a local celebrity or a world-famous artist. That's not how I roll. I grew up on a farm. Until I was 8, our water came from a well. We had a party line until just before I went to college. I don't do fancy entertaining.

Well, evidently I do. The party was a huge success. The house looked beautiful. Fresh flowers really helped. I would like to give a special thanks to Shlomo for not killing me because I went completely over the flower budget. But, it is over a week later and that tropical arrangement on the breakfast table still looks great. I know there is a recession going on, but the flowers were totally worth it.

The food was delicious. I take no credit for it. We had it catered. Suffice it to say, though, I am good a picking a menu. Shlomo might have helped. And, our signature cocktail "The Opening Night" was a big hit. It is made something like this. Three parts lillet (a french sherry-type libation), one part juniper gin, one part lemon juice, one part simple syrup. Oh yeah, and a maraschino cherry. I am not sure that is proper use of "part", but you get the idea.

Loco bit a local news anchor at the party. It did not draw blood, but it scared her a bit. Honestly, I think she was more upset that Loco might be in trouble. He was, but his grounding is almost over.

So, just when I recovered from that, I entered a place known as paper hell. Later this morning, I have to turn in 10 pages on Sense and Sensibility. I wrote about Fanny Dashwood. I consider it miraculous that I got ten pages on someone who is only mentioned in the book on about 12 pages.

Now, I have to write an equal number of pages about MacBeth or King Lear by next Monday. I have no idea what I am going to write about. I sense a BS delivery coming to Brugghen Street this week. Yep, 10 pages of BS. That's my new goal. By the way, said BS needs to earn an A. It will be good BS.

So, that's where I have been. Sadly, I have not been sunning myself on the beaches of Mallorca. Hell, I would settle for Galveston at this point. However, I just have to make it through this week and next and then it is Spring Break. Good times.