Registered Drunk

Wow! It's a Trilobite!

Also: Fish Veterinarians.
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/05/02/magazine/02VETS.html?th

We went to Ye Olde Local Housewares Store and registered yesterday, which was a big whirl of bottled water, scanner guns, household appliances I never knew I needed, and the agony of watching my beloved register for a sixth (sixth, I say!) coffee maker. "But I don't have this kind!" he exclaimed. "What if I want to make French press coffee and I can only make espresso?"

Yeah.

So for those of you who haven't had the pleasure, setting up a wedding registry is the ultimate shopping binge--without the inconvenient lugging-home of items or guilt of credit-card bills. We spent three hours perusing the store and clicking, then came home and slept the sleep of the deeply satisfied. (Y'all know what I mean on THAT, surely.) It was so much fun walking around and dreaming that I joked about going to housewares stores routinely and pretending to be engaged, just so we could make a wish list. Craig nodded sagely, as if I were on to something.

Tonight is a drunk night. Craig is reading news reports and making ominous Weather Underground-type statements. I giggled myself out over invitations with one of my dearest friends and then my mother, with the aid of a long-distance call. (There is a big honkin' book of invitation samples sitting on my antique dining room table, weighing it down so much I'm afraid the wood will crack. I've found sparkly cards, sweet cards, vellum cards, foil-embossed cards, flowery cards... my toes are just tingling with the joy of it all. It's not just the wine.) So, this is my last gasp of lucidity. Fabulous evening. Happy birthday again. I am blessed.

Ranty. Sorry.

to my boy-bloggin' friends:

IT'S NOT A BLOG IF YOU DON'T POST.

Big events in North Arlington last week: the arrival of a nine-pound wunderkind, much celebrated by his family and friends and people who barely knew ye. Good show. You and Mom deserve the front page.

And after that? March. March. MARCH. Even if it is April, you still have to write about the march. It was the biggest crowd of girllovers ever to descend on DC. There were radical cheerleaders, radical grannies, abstinence screwers ( http://www.screwabstinence.org ) and lotsa other kickass people willing to give themselves blisters and an eye-popping credit card bill just because they wanted to get pub and stand up and yell. And the All Stars refuse to cover this? What's with the radio silence? Step up, gentlemen.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, click here: http://www.naas.blogspot.com

Also, if you click here (I dare you not to) you have to contribute a dollar: http://www.scarleteen.com This is the site I crib many of my best lectures from, and it recently got blocked from a pornography billing site--that's right, folks, a credit card company that sells porn--because it provides sex education to minors. They found that offensive, apparently. Read it here: http://www.femmerotic.com/journal.html and then, if you feel so moved, go give that woman some money. I give $13 a month. Best smut I've ever read.