A splendid anniversary weekend.
And that’s about all the details you’re going to get, firstly ’cause I’ve got lots of catching up to do, and secondly ’cause it’s sort of personal and I want to keep it to myself. Suffice it to say, it was lovely. And you should go see Avenue Q, but not with anyone under 18 – they really aren’t kidding about that full puppet nudity stuff.
In my own true fashion, though, I crashed the weekend down with a bump late last night. Because the thoughtless things that make me completely crazy and annoyed when other people do them are, sometimes, not even as bad as the thoughtless things I do myself – and so I feel terribly sad and guilty and hypocritical and stupid all at once. I’m trying not to let that overshadow the whole wonderful weekend though.
It really was like Christmas come early – I can’t imagine anything better.