Planting earworms.

with that being said...I give you WHITESNAKE:

And here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road Ive ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
'cos I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

And here I go again on my own
Goin down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time...

Matchmaker, Matchmaker

Hey guys? Good news! I'm officially getting the opportunity to be Indian! Or, technically, Persian.

My father received a very unexpected phone call yesterday. MyFriendFarah's mother, very bashful, asked my dad if I was home. He explained to her that no, I was still working in St. Louis, but that I would be home in November and December for the holidays.

"Oh..." she said, obviously embarrassed. "Well... I was calling because.... well..."

Long story short, she couldn't work on arranged marriages for her own daughters, so now she's working on one for me!

He's the son of some of their very dearest friends, he's working on his Masters (Dad, God love him, can't remember in what), and he's 6 foot 4. They just adore him, apparently, and I know how much they adore me. I suppose this was a natural next step in the process. Anyway, I'm supposed to call her in the next couple of days.

Why it never occurred to me to become Indian, I'll never know... but how rockin' would it be to have a white-people arranged marriage?! Now, THAT's one for the grandkids!

"I want to have its babies..."

said Wingal of the braised lamb shank and the Commander Riker wine.

PSSWR for Two

Not to rub it in (well, actually, maybe to rub it in a little), but Boobarella is taking a runaway train--possibly one that's never coming back--to visit Wingal for an extended weekend. And she's having Bully Hill ship libations to Wingal's new and improved door. There will be drinking on the futon, drinking on the new KSoFF, drinking on the balcony, and drinking out at the Missouri wineries. And when there isn't any drinking going on, there's a real possibility that there will be sleeping, eating (bacon!), and non-furniture shopping (i.e. shopping for the sake of flirting with the salesman). If there's a God there may also be socializing with Adonis if it can possibly be arranged (Wingal's working on that project tomorrow).

It's just going to be a kick-ass weekend. And oh how I wish the other Margarita Girls could be here too!

Boobarella's going to take and post pictures of the new Wingal abode on the blog. We will write a couple entertaining entries. And we've discussed the possibility of t-shirts. It's going to be a very unproductive weekend.

YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!

The Funniest Thing Larry has Ever Said.

One of the headlines on CNN.com today was: "Queen: World watching McCain, Obama"

I said to Larry, "Please let that be Elizabeth II and not Brian May & Co."

and Larry replied, "Well, if Kiss can save Santa, maybe Queen can save the Election."

God-bless him. that is the funniest thing he has ever said.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2625785963793054974