Me and some Gemmell rellies will drive down in the HONKING BIG BLACK SUV I was forced to rent at the last minute to HERE. and if you look fast enough you’ll see where it says closed July 16 for a private function.
Nita and Mike have put together a wedding that should be epic. I am heartsick that Paul and Keith can’t go. I won’t say what Keith said on the subject but I was wrung. I really didn’t expect to go, as faithful readers of the blog know well, and I’m so honoured and happy and grateful to go. And there was an octopus. Octavia. She inspected me because my dress is almost Pacific Octopus colour but when she realized I was not a rival she folded it back up again.
Everything in the world sucks so bad, that the excuse to be unreservedly happy for a day doesn’t seem like much.
I light a heartcandle for Turkey.
And Nice.
And Medina.
And Dallas.
