Yes, I missed Saturday. For a very good reason and I’m making it up today so STFU. Here’s why:
Yesterday was our traditional Chinese New Year celebration which meant I had a house full of people, some from out of town, and spent the day cooking. There is always too much food and much raucous behavior. This year was no exception. In exchange for the cooking and hospitality, everybody has to entertain me, the kitchen goddess. Put a bunch of crazy people in a room and you get mayhem.
We had Lisa and Bob renewing their wedding vows which I am going to post for all to see the caliber of my friends:
Do you, Bob, take Lisa to be your lawfully wedded wife
in obsessive obstinacy and in rare moments of blissful peace,
to adopt each of her current and future cats as your own,
and to listen to endless revisions of her damned book,
until you roll off to that great wrecking yard in the sky?
Do you, Lisa, take Bob to be your lawfully wedded husband
in moments of whimsy or when more laid-back than a cat in a coma,
no matter how many times he tells you to take your feet off the dashboard,
fails to replace the toilet paper, or bumps his movies to the top of the NetFlix queue?
Then Lisa did a reprise of the song she sang to Bob at their wedding: Thunder Road. You know the one: And there was thunder, thunder, over thunder road…….
We also had an interesting dance routine by Mar, Mariah, Carol, and Mari about being dykes. They were dressed in 70s dyke style, complete with tattoos on their knuckles and, as always, Mar tried to prove she was butch. Not an easy thing with Mari, who is butch, standing right next to her. Made Mar look the fool but what else is new. They enlisted the Divine Miss M in their little production as well and she wasn’t even alive in the 70s nor is she a dyke.
And we had poetry, Anguished Language, the haiku I had REJECTED from http://www.haikuverymuch.com, violin music, cheerleading, and who knows what else. All in all, it was fun as always.
After the guests left, we sat up way too late talking to the comadre y compadre, Joaquin and Lourdes, and my dear friend from college, Lindalee, about everything but mostly politics. Today I am so tired I am still in my nightgown and I don’t even WEAR a nightgown. It’s that kind of day. Okay, Lenten duty done.