Best. Weekend. Ever. Jon, Jasen and I arrived in Accordion City Wednesday evening for a benefit for the lovely people at Camp Quality. The evening was a success, and I heard tale that the event raised more than $10,000. Rawkin'. I also met a Smurf Robot that night. If you're like me, and you've taken the time to stack three apples, you know that Smurfs are actually much taller than any local variety of fungus in which they might reside. Comparatively, Smurf Robots are huge. They eat something called "waffles." We have a similar dish here. It goes in the toaster. Earlier that Wednesday night (it's non-linear construction -- po-mo -- stay with me), I had the most wonderful mole enchilada. We're getting married. Accept my lifestyle choice.

Thursday, we went to a company picnic on an island, the apparent habitat of the elusive shade gnat. They weren't bothersome -- just gnatty. Oh! That reminds me how my favorite book when I was nine was The Journey of Natty Gann. If you're a nine-year-old girl (Jon), check it out. The picnic was lovely. There was beer, and food maybe.

Friday was totally sweet. We had awesome dim sum for lunch and took naps and went out with the lovely Maria, her friend Heather, Smurf Robot and Accordion Guy, who as a gracious ambassador to visitors of his city, was kind enough to guide us to the no-longer-so-secret swing! Show me, show me, SHOW ME how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream, she said! I have not felt so alive, at 3:00a.m. no less, since I was about five years old. OK. That sounded hokey, so I'm doing a really hard ghetto pose to make up for it. Your fronting is futureless. Sucka.




Saturday we went to Kensington market. We bought stuff and it was awesome the end. This has been short attention span theater. Thanks for tuning in and catch us every ... DONUTS!