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Va-ca-tion, all I ever wanted, va-ca-tion, had to get away. Or not, in my case. I've been lolling (if not LOLing) around the apartment for four days now, playing The Secret of Monkey Island, eating leftover birthday cake and accumulating bedsores. I'd elaborate, but I know people will just get jealous and that's really unattractive.
Aside: did anyone else know that Go-Go Jane Wiedlin played the Singing Telegram Girl in Clue? Since I found out, I have been trying repeatedly and without success to make people gasp in amazement at that revelation. Maybe I'm just not revealing it to large or drunken enough groups. Or maybe I'm the only one who gives a damn. Eh, whatever. What good is a captive audience if not to force-feed useless pieces of trivia?
We had such a great time in the West Village last week that we're staying right there, in fact visiting the bar that was the backup for the Crow. We haven't been to Barrow Street Ale House in more than three years and That Must Change. The bonus is that any interested parties who want to drop in at the Crow (for the second week in a row, but whatever) can attend Katy's official going-away party (and I'm told our mom is catering...) without skipping what promises to be a good PN.
See you there!
-Mike, the Triumvirate, and Mr. Buddy