Ear Muffs are for Bitches.

Long time no post...I know, I know. Yours truly is experiencing one of DC's finest colds. Thank you, to whoever gave it to me. It is nothing but fun so far. I'm in the losing-the-voice-blowing-out-the-ears-when-you-sneeze stage. I feel like I am underwater. I will survive. And as karma would have it, I am going to spread the blessings to everyone I can at the bar tonight...and tomorrow. Woohoo!

Life is grand. I had a fine dining experience last night. I can't say enough good things about mussels. I think they may be my favorite thing to eat, actually. Bistrot du Coin was a fun time for all of us - a few glasses of champagne and wine and I forgot all about the cold. Until I woke up all scratchy. I point the finger at Ruben where my nightcap turned into three rather large drinks. And a shot. Of Tequila. Damn, Ruben! Contrary to what my mother told me, gin and tonics aren't good for a cold. Who knew?

Any good shows coming up? Please fill me in, because I'm seeing jack on all of my attempts to find some fun concerts this month. I promise (righhhht) to keep up with the current events of Joy in 2007.

Be in the Know: Brad and Angelina are moving to New Orleans. Now you know.