I have returned from Montreal! I didn't bring you any sexy French-Canadians, dear readers. I am sorry. I did, however, get my bangs trimmed and the hair"dresser" was totally on acid and now my bangs are crooked, so consider that my punishment for treating you so poorly.
The wedding was fun enough: we got to listen to a slightly mortifying sermon (there was a Roman Catholic wedding as well as the anticipated mix of awkward hugs, pretending to remember people, and friendly relatives. Mostly awkward hugs. Speaking of friendly relatives though, I'd like to give a big shoutout to my aunt Lopa and uncle Sanjeev...who outed themselves as sometime readers here. Which means no more joking references to my time as a rabid LA partygirl OR mentions of the word "vagina". I know, I KNOW. Vaginas are so much a part of my material that I don't know what I'll do. But I'm sure we'll soldier on together, readers, and make it in the end.
Pardon my tone - I've been reading Pride and Prejudice (again) for my 19th Century Novel class and it's clearly infected my brain. I've come down with a fever or some other obscure malaise of the heart. Or it could be the air conditioner here is having difficulties reviving after our weekend away. In either case, I'm off to wash my face, drink a bottle of water, and TO BED!
Or...to listen to twelve more episodes of the Ricky Gervais podcast.