Yesterday was my first complete day off in three weeks.

I slept until 1p, missing the marathon, and I was sorry about that, as it was my very last marathon while living here, but I needed the sleep. And I went to the store and I picked up my laundry and I just pretty much had a normal, lazy day.

Ahhh...

Last night I went to a birthday party.

Long ago and far away I used to be in the choir at my church. It was an absolutely marvelous choir--and I had great fun because when I joined they made me an alto because they had too many sopranos, then later I was switched to soprano because they had too many altos, and afterwards I would decide what to sing with each new piece of music, depending on which part looked like the most fun.

I quit the choir after a few years, because the choirmaster left and was replaced by a really terrible, talent-free guy, so the choir pretty much fell apart.

Anyway, two members of the choir, Ursula and Marty, a married couple, are very good about getting the old choir together for parties and things, and it was Marty's 40th birthday. I realized how long it's been since I've seen them when I saw how bald Marty has gotten. Honestly, you don't see a person for a few years and every hair falls out of his head! Of course, they probably think that about how fat I've gotten.

And their children are massive! I spoke with Marty on the phone a few weeks ago, and he mentioned that the kids shake the earth--that they are just the hugest kids anyone has ever seen. Now, they're not fat, they're just really tall and rock-solid; they are six and three years old but they look ten and six! I mean, Marty's a big guy but not ridiculously so and Ursula's average size, so I don't know how those kids got so enormous.

Anyway, it was swell seeing them.

Just found another Dracula story that I forgot to tell.

One of my favourite things in the show was the fact that in the climactic fight scene the severed head of one of the vampire wives gets flung onto the ground, and then when the scene is finished and Quincey Morris (finally) dies, no-one ever remembered to clear it, which meant that the next scene, which took place in Mina's sitting room seven years later, had a big ol' bloody head sitting in the middle of the floor.

As she talks about how she'll never forget the events of seven years previous, I always leaned over to Rebecca and whispered "Of course she won't forget! She's still got that souvenir severed head!"

Every single parent at The Company That Must Not Be Named dressed their children as M&M's for Halloween. Mostly red ones. It was like some bizarre mass-hypnosis.

One year ago today:
Well, that's the kiss of death. It won't last the season.

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