Good Morning Hangover!

I only had 2 cocktails and half a beer…okay and a few sips of wine….but I just can’t drink like I did back in 1935 when I was a young Irishman working for The New Yorker.

Le Happy was good, but loud last night. For some reason, they had the stereo cranked up to eleven with Journey. I’m not sure what sort of mood they were going for with that. I mean, Journey is not ironic anymore – not since they played Don’t Stop Believin’ in that one episode of Laguna Beach where Steven took Lauren out on a date right before they went away to college and then 6 months later came running back home because reality stars don’t stay famous in San Francisco for very long.

But we had a good time anyway, and Megan had on the prettiest dress and shoes. Her ability to wear heels is something I totally admire and respect. I love them, personally, but never wear them because Dane is only an inch or so taller than me. I’m slowly just getting the f***k over it – thanks to Megan’s heeling. Get it? HEELING?! Awesome, right? Let’s move on.

The air hockey (sorry, no pictures – I think the overwhelming pee smell and frigid temperature at Slabtown both confused and upset me enough to forget important promises made to the internet) was really fun but only for me, I think. Dane won 2 games and I won the last. Obviously, I need to practice more and if that means I have to go to a bar every single night for the next two weeks and drink delicious Jubelales by the gods I will do it. (Oh. Sigh. The Gods. I miss you Battlestar Galactica so very very much.)

I still got up early this morning and ate my oatmeal and cleaned the house and took the dog for a walk until forever o’clock because she would not do her business. And by business, I mean updating her stock portfolio and checking her online banking. IT IS SO MAD MAKING. I’m assuming it’s her new food. Either that, or she’s anxious about future employers seeing her Myspace page. I told her to make it private, already.

Anyway, I’m thinking seriously about either posting here or creating a new blog about my attempts to change Dane’s diet for the better. We’re getting worried he might have adult-onset diabetes or at least is well on his way towards it (thank you America!) and even though I’m not an expert on, well, anything ever really, I do know what he’s doing wrong and what he could be doing so, sooo much better and he’s agreed to let me help. Sort of. He came home the other night and I was chopping peppers and red onions and sweet potatoes and broccoli and then throwing them all in a roasting pan together and all I can say is that the look of fear on his face was so intense I thought there was a man standing behind me and maybe the call was coming from inside the house. But then he ate it (with some chicken sausage and a whole hell of a lot of chipotle mayo – we’ll get there, baby steps) and he was happy.

So what do you all think? This blog? A new blog? A different page on the cookie? Let me know your thinking thoughts that you have with your mind.

Oh also! Here is my review for Then She Found Me in the Mercury. Just scroll down alphabetically. It’s under the Portland International Film Festival reviews.