Blog of Billy

Lots of good times this weekend, dancing with Tara Reid look-alikes, sleepily watching Firefly while cuddling, and the general good conversation. The end of the weekend was a bit sketchier, as there was a lot of blood, and some guy who looks like an ex-roommate of Doug's flipped upside down in a sink, but that's what happens sometimes in the kingdom of the Fool. I can tell you that I am not in gaol.

Speak of Doug, I'm sure he's giddy about the news in the music world. I know I am.

Patrick is on his way to Santa Fe, New Mexico to find his fame and fortune for a couple of days. I am in charge of feeding Simone, his giant-tailed, multi-gendered kitty cat. I write that more to remind myself to swing by and feed said cat than because it is of any other particular importance.

I'm also starting to ease myself into the market for a car again, starting by wandering around some lots on Sunday afternoon. I know that I should pick up some nice well-maintained used American sedan for but a little bit of money, but the new Buick Lucerne is so very very pretty. The problem is that it would need to be a CXL to get the options that I want along with the 3800 engine, and that's a bunch more money that I was originally planning to spend on such frivolity. It would also need to have the rear parking assist thing, and those are hard to find. Oh well, there are lots of nice used Oldsmobiles and LeSabres in the world.

But for now, we are young,
let us lay in the sun
and count every beautiful thing we can see.