I pay a million dollars for this website and I neglect the hell out of it.  Whassup wit dat?

Okay, actually, I don’t pay a million.  I pay, like, eighty bucks for the domain name per year.  But, still.  Why pay that if I’m not going to live here, right? 

So, I need to step it up a bit.  I know I’ve said that before, but this time I really, really mean it.  And, I totally DO intend to sing still.  I just need some time to lose a few pounds or else I will have to sew several flags together in order to cover my entire body.

In other news, my friend Fred is visiting from Florida.  I’m super happy about that because he is actually one of my best friends and I don’t often see him in real life.  Last night, I tried to get a big group of in-town friends together for dinner at Pies n’ Pints so that we could talk about art and politics and philosophy- I was thinking Capitol Street as the Left Bank.  It ended up that only a few friends could make it, but the ones that did really brought their A game in terms of convo. 

When we got home, we watched Martha Marcy May Marlene which I thought was pretty good until I realized that I kept waiting for the plot to develop, or thicken, or do anything.  Actually, at the beginning of this rehash of last night’s events, I had forgotten that we even watched the movie, so overshadowed was it by what we watched afterward- the Wild Wonderful Whites of West Virginia. 

Oh.  My.  God.

I don’t even know what to say about it.  Go.  Watch it.  See for yourself.

Tonight, West Virginia (which I guess some guy at ESPN thinks is still part of Virginia) is playing in the Orange Bowl.  The first thing I want to say about this is that I’m happy there’s a bowl that still has a normal name.  And, secondly, I am super excited to watch the game at home with my guy and my babies.  Which is to say that I’m super excited to lie on the couch and face in the general direction of the TV while I doze off.

xo,
a go go

If you’re out there reading, thanks for that.  I miss my little blog when I don’t write in (on?) it.