I get no kick from champagne/Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all...

Last week Doug and I were emailing, and in one I happened to mention that I'd seen Mike (at Alex's b-day get-together)--I said something like "we had a nice long chat." Doug asked "About what?" and and I said "mostly about the wedding--I don't think he's going to have any alcohol. It sounded like that anyway." (Mike had been telling me about plans for the reception and I swear it seemed as though he was hinting like that.) Doug was all "What the hell? I'll have to go talk some sense into him."

Yesterday I get a text from Mike consoling me about the Saints loss, and he added at the end "BTW, what's the deal about spreading rumors about an alcohol-free wedding? :-) " I replied "I *thought* that seemed out of character! But that's what you seemed to be saying...obviously I misinterpreted..." Mike replied "I was joking! I won't be drinking much but there will be plenty of booze for those who want it. Doug was really worried! :-)" I texted back "So was I!"

History on the LIRR

My mother is in town staying with me, and Saturday we took the train to Merrick to visit my brother. On the way we approached Kew Gardens, and I thought "that's where Kitty Genovese was murdered." Then I remembered that the LIRR parking lot was right next to her building--and that building is so distinctive (it has the Tudor-style, sort of half-timbered design), I thought I might be able to see it from the train. And I did--I spotted the Tudor building, and the taller apartment building behind it--the one where the 38 witnesses heard and saw what was happening and did little or nothing. Unbelievable. I told Mom to look out the window--that was history.

That poor woman. Such a pretty little thing too, from her pictures. I hope her soul is at peace.

Okay, now I *really* hate Chicago fans...

Unbelievable. I really can't believe someone would go to that kind of effort, and not realize how spectacularly offensive and cruel that is.