I am officially exhausted. Spent. Pooped. BUSHED! Kathy is on the plane (or perhaps at her layover by now, I’m not sure) and I am going to be spending the next day and a half recuperating and prepping myself for the majesty that is my inbox.
This weekend was some of the best fun I’ve had in a long time. And the most stuff I’ve done in a long time, too. We had very full and busy days the entire time she was here. From the moment her plane touched down, it was lunch at the Prado, Grey Goose and a piano bar at Martinis Above Fourth, karaoke at the Lamplighter, TMI about a stranger’s areola, some eggs benedict, a harbor ferry, an almost-purchased Dr. Seuss painting, a bunch of maritime crap, a whole bunch of laughing, a lot of “Yay!!”-ing and clinking of glasses, a dash of Eurotrash, some twigs and berries, one hangover pizza and a handful of girl movies. Oh, and excessive quoting of the movie “Knocked Up”.
I think the best part of Kathy being here was spending time with her (of course!) and many of our friends. Our cocktail party at Lei Lounge was faaaabulous and I think a more-than-good time was had by all. Much, much more. I’m not naming names or anything, but the offending drink was pink.
I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. I really, really needed that. Thank you to everyone who was able to make it — it meant a lot to have you there. 
Naptime is imminent, but I will close with a little gem that Daniel and Richard shared with us. We can’t stop quoting this either. If you’re sensibilities are delicate, you’ve been duly warned. Don’t bother trying to make sense of it, just enjoy.
