Well, dear readers, sorry these here notes are going up late, but the fact is I slept like a log, and in one of those amusing life coincidences, a log slept just like me. How often does that happen – that one sleeps like a log and at the very same time a log sleeps like one? What the hell am I talking about?
In any case, I slept like a log and a log slept like me and here I am trying to write these here notes in a hurry. Before we go any further, and without further ado, we must all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons. We must get out heaping platters of cheese slices and ham chunks (not necessarily in that order) and we must dance the Hora and also the Ocarina because we’ve got a birthday to celebrate, don’t you know. We’ve got to celebrate until the cows come home, don’t you know. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, we’ve got ourselves a birthday gal and that birthday gal is our very own Lulu. Yes, Virginia, hold your hats and halellulu, Lulu is havin’ a birthday and it’s time for all of us Hainsies/Kimlets to shout hip and hip and also hooray. On the count of three, let us wish our very own Lulu a Happy Birthday: One, two, three – Happy Birthday to our very own Lulu! Let us celebrate all the livelong day and night, let us drink ourselves silly with Diet Coke.
Today, I shall be going to a brunch at the film composer John Scott’s house. Also in attendance will be our very own Nick Redman and a few other brunchers. Then I will be going to a little Tony Awards party and I shall watch all three count them three hours (well, probably two hours plus commercials) of the Tony Awards. Remember, no posts (other than general ones) about any winners until after the ceremony is over on the West Coast. Then you can post to your heart’s delight, and of course we can discuss the show ad nauseum in tomorrow evening’s live chat.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below so I can finish these here notes and so we can celebrate the birthday of our very own Lulu who, I hope, slept like a log.
Well, I shan’t tarry or dally or even dally or tarry in this here section, because it is late and I must get these here notes posted. I will say that when I went to bed the bird (and friends) were singing up a storm (I think these birds are in heat because they were singing ardent songs of love, especially “When I’m calling you-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh-oooh”). However, I was so tired, I feel right asleep and, as you know, I slept like a log.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must brunch, I must do errands and then I must watch the Tony Awards. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you get to discuss whatever your collective hearts desire. For example, we could discuss the Tony Awards and who we think might take which prize. We could discuss Lulu’s birthday. We could discuss which of us slept like a log. So, post away, my pretties, and I’ll check back in a bit.