It's so beautifully sunny that I want to go enjoy the day, but the thermometer ouside says it's about 22 degrees (F ... looks like about -5 C). We've been having so much springlike weather lately that it's hard to accept. Could it really be that cold out?
Anyway, I had fun last night at Christa's party. I almost didn't go, because when 9 o'clock rolled around I was all snug on the sofa having just finished watiching a mediocre movie (Pretty Persuasion), and I didn't feel like getting up. But I knew that I'd see people I like to see at Christa's (including Christa herself, whom I actually have not seen in the flesh in many months), so I dragged myself of the sofa, put on my party duds and ventured forth (accompanied by Mr. Pants, of course.) Once there I invented a drink that I'm calling the "Sir Isaac Newton" (because that's the first name that popped into my head): Ginger ale, sour apple and rum.
I saw many of the folks whose blogs are listed to the right under "The Locals," including a certain ex-blogger who was done in by a bureaucrat who has nothing better to do than google her own name. His story has an element of irony that makes a certain bureaucrat look like a bit of a moron, but I won't tell it here because it's not really mine to tell. At any rate, his blog is missed and it was good to see him.
I was also delighted to talk about Battlestar Galactica with several people, including the other Lisa.
I was reminded that I need to go try some Locopops. I've been meaning to but somehow I just haven't. Unfrtunately today seems more like a hot chocolate day than a popsicle day ...