Dixie Carter died! Sad. But she was seventy. She was also a Republican. Also sad.
I had Friday off and did a little bit of nothing, but on Saturday, I met up with the girls at Farmer Brown for brunch. It's a sort of soul food-styled place, with a jazz band, and they just do a kind of buffet for brunch with not a whole lot of selections for $16.50. However, they had a cocktail menu and I got my kiwi slurricane thingy on (and on and on) while we all gossiped away.
Saturday night, Mr. Alterhausen called fresh from a club performance by the one and only Deborah Cox. So jealous. But we chatted away 'til well nigh 3:00 am, then I slept in today until 3:00 pm. Which I should actually do more often.
It's rainy and icky out, and tomorrow the work week starts yet again. Le sigh.
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