Double Flee A

When my sister died we wanted a refund on the tickets we bought through vegas.com but they wouldn't give us one without a death certificate or an obituary. Combine that with J's name change to Shipley rather than the actual name on the credit card she bought the tickets with, and you've suddenly got a fairly substantial fax to send. Fortunately, kinko's loves charging you to send big faxes. Vegas.com has to make sure people don't lie to them, I guess, but I wish there was another way. At least we didn't have to get the actual death certificate.

Crap. I couldn't get a jar of salsa open and the lovely J could. I heard a tapping noise coming from the kitchen so I think she's got a special method. I wouldn't have given up but my arms were getting sore from all the squeezing.

There's a new kind of absolut vodka, peach, so to celebrate this, last night I had a peach cosmopolitan at Eli's with the illustrious robinkisser. When I took him home so he could change his shirt so we could go to the C.C. Club, he went in and didn't come out for a while. He eventually came out wearing no shirt, having forgotten what was going on. I laughed at him and went home. Those comsos sure pack a wallop.

posted by dale @ 3:10 PM