Chattavegas

In spite of appearances, I likes to work. So it's an indulgence to get away for a long weekend to give the brother-in-law a hand with the house. Rarely am I in the company of such well-dressed laborers, or under the watchful eye of such lovely supervisors.

The Girlie gets to revel in Nirvanic Nana-ness, we all get to see the ring, and to hang out with the happy couple. I was also treated to a bona-fide encounter with the ever-elusive J.R., which was a thrill, to say the least: his ways are not my ways, though I wish his thoughts were.