Happy Easter!

Happy Easter all! I hope you all find your eggs and munch on chocolate bunnies. What a vicious holiday. If it doesn't melt in your mouth...

What an adventurous weekend! My bosom buddy Natalie arrived in town and we hit the town like OJ hit Nicole Simpson's soul. Smack that. Smack that. We had a divine dinner at Otto with our friends Tocai and Rose-eh-eh, and they were delicious. We then met Kelly and her brother had The Dove, tossed back a few more, and ended the evening with a dance-a-thon at Level V. Let me ask you. Why, oh precious dieties, why, must straight men dance in public? I'd like to give an extra special shout out to lovely #5 and his Asian wingfolk for answering this age old question. And the answer is? To provide the entertainment. It's like watching a wheelchair race uphill. You know they ain't going to make it...you know it's painful for all involved, but regardless...you can't take your eyes off of it.

Today, we had a smashing brunch at The Odeon and with the imminent snow (Um, did Spring ever come this year?), we came back to my place and watched "The Girls Next Door". What exactly is wrong with those three? Holly is only 27? She looks 45!

It's sad that the weekend has come to an end and onto a busy work week ahead. Now I need to go shower and figure out how to get this melted bunny out of my pants.