Freaks. There is no other way to put it. I realize that this is Toronto, gayest city in the world. I realize that I've done my fair share of fag-hagging, dancing the night away in Montreal's Gay Village, and singing That's Life at gay karaoke on Ste. Catherine Street. The very first time I came to Toronto in 1997 was to go clubbing with my gay boss and his roommate (really, just a roommate). We had a blast.

But I was taken aback by the mere children who were gender bending at the Eaton Centre today. As I waited in line for my lunch in the busy food court, I saw a couple of young boys - maybe 13 or 14, and an older girl, maybe 16-ish. Then I looked again. The taller "boy," his baggy jeans so low as to have his boxers almost completely on display, had breasts. And the girl? "She" had a 5 o'clock shadow (and too much eye makeup, but that's another story). I am still unclear as to the gender of the smaller "boy". All three had more than five facial piercings. Whatthefuck? Do these kids not have parents? Not to get on a "kids these days" kick, and certainly I would be the pot to anyone's kettle, but where is the guidance?

Despite the rampant sexual activity among young teens, and the experimentation with "alternative" sexual orientations (girls with girls, boys with boys, everyone with fruit, dogs with cats - hell in a handbasket, I tell you!), kids still don't know their asses from their elbows. They really don't. I was the little goth chick slut back in the day, too, and I didn't know a damn thing. Gay, straight, up, down - how the hell did I know? I was just a kid. And the fact that these three were so heavily perforated in the facial area leads me to believe that there was no one at home saying "Honey, why don't you rethink that? Why don't you wait a couple more years, till you're sure that's what you really want?"

I can almost - almost - imagine some crunchy-granola, progressive (dirtiest of all dirty words), I-teach-at-U-of-T, latent hippy single mother letting her daughter become a boy (and a rather unattractive - though convincing - one, at that), but who the hell let's their 16-year old son dress in drag, a full month after Halloween? And on a school day? Do the teachers question this, or is it part of the who has rights and who doesn't mandate that they dare not ask?

These kids are freaks because they're kids. But their parents? They are truly the damaged ones.

My very special thanks to M, for graciously donating her UPS account for me to ship Christmas stockings full of gifts to the 82nd Airborne serving in Iraq. There aren't many good deeds that get publicly acknowledged these days, and I didn't want this one to disappear into obscurity.

Thanks, M.

We are in full-swing election campaign mode, heading right into Christmas. That can be a bitter - but necessary - pill to swallow for some, but when washed down with some Christmas goodies, it doesn't feel so bad!

Please join Jurij Klufas, the Conservative Party of Canada candidate of record for the Parkdale High Park riding, for a pre-Christmas wine & cheese fundraiser.

Thursday, December 1, 2005 at 7pm at Swansea Beer & Wine Making, 22 Ripley Avenue, Toronto M6S 3N9. Tickets are $25, and can be purchased at the door. Wine and beer to be provided by Swansea Wine making, and cheese by the Cheese Boutique.
We hope to see you there!

Well, Liberal government fell less than thirty minutes ago. I guess my womb is no longer my own, and that Stephen Harper has stolen away my right to choose.

Then again, maybe that is all just a bunch of bullshit. Like everything else that ever came out of the Liberals.

Bean sprouts warning issued

Well, American Thanksgiving is only two days away, which means turkey, football, and family feuds. One family that rarely argues (but boy, when we do!) is the Cotillion, and today we are celebrating Thanksgiving a couple of days early.

I am thankful for The Grey Tie for hosting this week.

Yesterday I woke up thinking I was thankful for Jane, at Armies of Liberation. Here we are, a bunch of gals that write what's on our mind - sometimes good, sometimes bad. But Jane is single-handedly taking down a terrifying regime. I dare say I pale in comparison.

I'm thankful for Wonder Woman at North American Patriot, because it means I have a right thinking friend in Toronto.

I am thankful for Janette at Common Sense Runs Wild, just for being Janette.

I am thankful for Zendo Deb at TFS Magnum for sending me so much information on how to choose the perfect gun, I nearly went blind trying to read it all. This gal should be writing Guns for Dummies or The Complete Idiot's Guide to Exercising the Second Amendment.

I am thankful for Beth at MY Vast Right Wing Conspiracy for helping put the Cotillion together in the first place, and running it like a tight ship.

I am thankful for Emily at American Princess, for being a good friend, perking me up when I'm down, and for not giving up on either of us.

I am thankful for all the girls of the Cotillion, and all the crazy emails we send each other in a day.

I am thankful for all my readers, both the regulars and those who just stop by once in a while.

And most of all, I am thankful that I'm getting this Thanksgiving post out of the way now, because Thursday promises to be busy.

The ladies of the Cotillion have been interviewed over at Basil's Blog.

Come have a laugh. And no, I'm not jealous. Emily realy IS the cutest of us.

Like something out of Six Feet Under, there was a shooting death at a gangland funeral in north Toronto on Friday. I can't help but giggle at the platitudes spewing forth from the media and the city officials. It's hilarious! A gang-banger gets gunned down. Other gang-bangers come to his funeral, to celebrate his fabulous lifestyle choices. One gang-banger shows up and starts killing the mourning gang-bangers. People, this is natural fucking selection. If these are the choices you make within your family, your comunity, and your own life, then you have to live (and die) with the consequences. Black or white, young or old - if you live like an asshole, you die like an asshole. Don't go looking to the rest of us for pity.

The funniest line belongs to Police Chief Bill Blair.

"It's an extraordinarily appalling act," he continued. "One would hope that there would be respect for our houses of worship and our faith community. I think the place in which this act took place and the public nature of this violence demonstrates the callous disregard some of these gang members have and the total disrespect they have for their community."

Toronto has actually led the way in disrespect for houses of worship and faith. Seeing as this was a Baptist church and not a Mosque, I see no reason why Toronto officials should suddenly care that a mockery is being made of faith and the church. They only have themselves to blame.

Just like the gang members.

I had the misfortune of being on the subway this afternoon when a man had an epileptic fit (I don't think we're allowed to call them fits anymore, but... whatever). Taking the TTC every day, it seems that there's always an emergency to hold the train up, and frankly it irritates the crap out of me. But what can you do, right? Anyway, this guy keeles over, someone hits that cursed passenger alarm, and husband and I vacate at the station, figuring it would be better to walk the last mile back to our place than sit on a train full of cranky post-Santa-Claus-parade kids. (before anyone mentions that I should have stayed to help, let me remind you that the entirety of my medical training is palliative - probably not what anyone would have wanted at that moment)

We walked past the flailing man and out of the subway car. As we left the platform, I finally saw a train conductor (or whatever these TTC fatboys are called) sauntering at his usual union-mandated pace, out of his compartment and down the platform to the car with the sick passenger. I would have thought he'd have a little spring in his step, considering that the Passenger Emergency Alarm is for, ya know, emergencies.

Up on the exit level, we saw what must have been the highest ranking individual at the station - this one had the burgundy parka and the cap. And a walkie-talkie - yup, that's management material if I ever saw it! This man was also taking time to stop and smell the roses as he made his way down to platform level to see what he could do to "help".

Mr. Right and I had walked easily twenty minutes toward home before we could hear the distant sounds of an ambulance siren. It's possible that at that point, a morgue van would have been more appropriate.

Many rush hours I have cursed people for pulling that damn alarm - how dare you get sick when I'm trying to get to/from work??? And the delay is always so excessive, you would think the whole station was under biological quarantine or something. But now I know. I've seen it first hand. It's the snails pace of disinterested Toronto Transit Commission employees.

I can't believe I'm still awake. I'm feeling melancholy, consumed, and tired.

Tonight's playlist:

Little Wing - Stevie Ray Vaughn
Song for a Winter's Night - Sarah McLachlan
All of Me - Billie Holiday
I'll be Seeing You - Frank Sinatra
I Will Not Forget You - Sarah McLachlan
Closest Thing to Crazy - Katie Melua
Down to My Last Cigarette - kd lang
Just for this Moment - Wicked Soundtrack
I'm a Fool to Want You - Frank Sinatra
Me And Mrs Jones - Billy Paul
Shake the Disease - Depeche Mode
Falling Down Blue - Blue Rodeo
What's New - Billie Holiday
It Ain't Me, Babe - Bob Dylan

Time for bed.

Swelling numbers of drug addicted teenagers in Alberta prompted the opening Thursday of two dozen new treatment beds.

Opposition Liberals blamed the booming Alberta economy for the problem.

"Let's face it, there's a little bit more disposable income for a lot of people. If more people have more money, they have more choices with what to do with it," said Rodney at the official opening of 12 new treatment beds in Calgary.

"With the economic boom we're experiencing we're getting so many people from so many places. We have more problems with alcohol, other drugs, gambling and tobacco than we've had before."

Steay under heel, people. Your lives depend on it.

I have a friend who will be heading over to Iraq in the next couple of months, and last night I sent him an email regarding an interesting anti-terror idea I had come up with. However, I warn you, this idea may make you ill. Try to remember that that's the point.

Here's the email.

***Not if you're feeling squeemish***

May I present, for your consideration, The Cockbag.

This is something I've been thinking about for several months, which proves just what a sicko I am. You know how these Wahabbi mutherfuckers believe they will receive 72 virgins upon their entry to the kingdom of allah (peace be upon him) as martyrs? Well, I read somewhere that suicide bombers and other fine upstanding members of the muslim community wear protective cups, or even tinfoil Johnny hats, just to save their prized possessions for the afterlife.

I would like to introduce The Cockbag as a means of combatting terrorism. The Cockbag is a velvet sack, with plastic lining, that military types, special forces, Iraqi police, and people such as yourself would carry with them whenever they leave their secure confines. Upon encountering terrorists, should you have the opportunity to kill them dead, their penises should be immediately removed, preferably before they are completely dead. The penises can then be placed in The Cockbag, for disposal or display at a later date. This sends a message to other potential terrorists that America and her Allies will not give terrorists the opportunity to collect on their deal with the devil (peace be upon him).

I realize that as you are reading this, your hand has involuntarily moved to protect your crotch.

I am now going to bed, thinking about the fact that you are fondling yourself while reading my email.

One of my favorite Canucki bloggers, Angry in the Great White North, was interviewed last night on CHQR. His first interview, and he did a great job, going into detail about the Abotech affair.

Go here to get to the CHQR Vault, sign up (takes a minute to get your confirmation) and choose 7pm on November 16th to get the audio.

You absolutely have to check out the site - Religion of Peace? - that I have recently blogrolled. Beyond the actual blog, about a third of the way down the page, the list begins. This is a list of every attack in the name of Islam since September 11, 2001. It is so much longer than the MSM will ever let on, and wonderfully put together.

Go now. But don't hold me responsible for the shivers down your spine.

Nothing ever changes in Quebec. In 1995, during the referendum, half the cemeteries in the province voted YES, and the seperatists still managed to lose.

Now plants are voting.

Some questions have arisen over the validity of the voting system used to select the leader. The PQ membership called in their votes using touch-tone phones, and at least one dog and a houseplant registered to vote, according to a source in one of the leadership campaigns.

Pixelle Daoust, a long-haired Chihuahua, and a plant called Gilbert Laplante were able to register as PQ members and received all the necessary credentials needed to cast a telephone vote, according to the source. The dog even received a birthday card recently from interim party leader Louise Harel. (For the record, Pixelle voted for former PQ cabinet minister André Boisclair, and the plant for the environmentalist candidate Jean Ouimet).

Here are the top 10 victim stories of 2005:

- CHILDREN OF WITCHES ARE VICTIMIZED BY HALLOWEEN
- BRITISH MUSLIMS ARE VICTIMIZED BY PIGLET AND PIGGY BANKS
- STUDENTS ARE VICTIMIZED BY THE DISAPPEARANCE OF LOW WEEKEND PRICES IN BARS
- HIT-AND-RUN VICTIM OFFENDS POLICE
- FIRED CBS EMPLOYEE IS VICTIMIZED BY VIACOM, CBS, VICIOUS BLOGGERS, THE PANEL THAT INVESTIGATED HER, AND A "MCCARTHYITE" PANEL MEMBER WHO ASKED IF SHE IS A LIBERAL
- ATHEISTS ARE VICTIMIZED BY RELIGIOUS PEOPLE
- REDHEADS ARE VICTIMIZED BY CRUEL JOKES AND SLURS
- ANTI-HOOKER PREJUDICE FOUGHT IN EUROPE
- NEW ORLEANS SCHOOL-BUS FAILURE WAS BUSH'S FAULT --MAYBE CLINTON'S TOO
- PUBLIC VICTIMIZED BY KITCHEN-UTENSIL VIOLENCE

Stefania of Free Thoughts hosts the Cotillion this week, in both English and Italian.

Better loosen your belt for this party.

I'm Not Paranoid delivers up some excellent satire. Sadly, some of the quotes are so good, they sounded truly French.

The demonstrations were apparently touched off by the deaths of two young Muslim men who were accidentally electrocuted while hiding from police in a state power plant. Apparently, Muslim men who die in such a way, receive only 35 virgins in paradise, instead of the requisite 72 virgins given to those who die while killing Jews and other infidel swine.

"What a gyp" one overwrought demonstrator was heard to exclaim as he gently smashed the windows of a local food store and reluctantly threw in a Molotov cocktail. "How can any self respecting Muslim man settle for a measly 35 virgins? I am so angry right now I could just behead someone."

It has been speculated that the underlying cause of the riots relates to a general feeling of resentment amongst young Muslim men, most of whom have known nothing their whole lives but welfare and free housing. With nothing to do as they crawl out of bed at noon, these gentle souls have no choice but to sit on their stoops, smoke hashish and bad mouth the French all day. "This could drive even the strongest among us to despair." a prominent CBC commentator was heard to say. "They need our sympathy, not our condemnation" she sobbed, as she donned a burka in solidarity while chanting "Death to American Imperialism".

Go read the whole thing. It's a classic.

Happy 51st birthday to Condoleeza Rice.

That will drive in a bunch of Google hits, no doubt.

Basil has the interview with blogging pal and blog-sitter extrordinaire, Emily Zanotti of The American Princess.

I already knew about her ridiculous Hello Kitty obsession. But Spongebob? Oh Emily, really?

Today is Remembrance Day. I will be going to my local Cenotaph for 11am. Will you?

When you get back, be sure to chek out North American Patriot. Wonder Woman has done an excellent job.

I think I'm going to barf:

Iran's Association of Muslim Journalists (AMJ) issued a statement on Sunday condemning the violation of Muslims' civil rights in France and calling on the French government to cooperate with them in establishing a fact-finding commission in order to investigate the conditions of French Muslims.
The AMJ said that the mistreatment of Black French Muslims over the past two weeks has deeply influenced Iranian public opinion.

"We suppose that the French government has carried out the recent discriminatory and anti-human rights acts under the influence of the Zionist lobby in France to limit the social and personal freedoms of the Muslims residing in the country, which is quite unacceptable on the part of a country that claims to be democratic," part of the statement read.

"The rough treatment of Black people whose countries were colonized by France for decades shows that colonialism is still dominant in the policies and the thoughts of the officials of France, who claim to uphold freedom and patience.

"The Association of Muslim Journalists wishes to express its protest about the organized suppression of poor Muslims residing in the suburbs of Paris, who have been living as second-class citizens and deprived of social and political rights for many years.

"Therefore, the Association of Muslim Journalists, as a non-governmental organization, seeks to establish a fact-finding commission to study the situation of Black Muslims in France and hopes that the French government will cooperate by granting them visas."

Visas? I think not.

This week the Cotillion salutes veterans. Our lovely hostess is Stacy at Not a Desperate Housewife.

Many of the gals in the Cotillion are taking part in Project Valour-IT, where cash is being collected in order to buy laptops for hospitals treating war amputees. It's a great project, so if you have a couple of bucks to spare, please click the PayPal box on my sidebar.

I had wanted to visit Paris ever since I was 15 years old. My best friend and I began planning, but by the time it looked like we could actually go, my father became ill. Paris would have to wait.

I got married in 2001, after moving to Scotland. Scotland has the benefit of Ryan Air, something we don't have over here - and never could, the way our taxes are. Ryan Air is the most wonderful airline in the world - for where else could you get a flight from Glasgow to Paris for a penny? A penny! Even after hitting you with a million service charges, you can still get a round trip ticket for 30 pounds sterling. So on our 26th birthday, in 2002, Mr. Right and I boarded a flight to the City of Light.

The bus from the far-flung airport delivered us to Place Dauphin, just a short walk from the Arc de Triomphe. We brunched in the shadow of the Arc, luggage at our feet. I couldn't stop smiling. Navigating the Metro was easy, and soon we were walking up the steps onto Place du Clichy in the 18th Arrondissment. Montmartre. Coming up those stairs from the Metro, the first sight to greet me was the Moulin Rouge. I wept. I really wept. Not since I was a very small child had I ever felt a sense of homecoming, and here I was, 3500 miles from my place of birth, feeling as if this was what I had been searching for all my life. The hustling bustling people in the streets of Montmartre were like neighbors to me. It was comfortable to share a drink and a laugh with the people in the café down the street form the hotel. I had no trouble coaxing friendliness out of waiters and shopkeepers. The lady at the small shoe store on Rue Lepic shared chocolates with me. Good chocolates - great shoes.

But my favorite moments in Paris were spent on the steps of the Sacre Coeur. First thing in the morning, and last thing at night, there was almost no one around. It was calm and quiet - very different from the noise and crowds during the day. One morning I stepped out with a coffee at 5am, and walked up the hill to see the sun rise. Just me, the homelss guy with the bottle of wine, and the man with the street sweepers cart.

Now the sun is setting over the Paris I love. Perhaps the next time I go there, the onion domes of the Sacre Coeur will have a crescent moon atop them. Paris has had revolutions before, and the governments - religious and secular - have capitulated to those who revolt. That what France does - they give in. They're doing it again:

France is using fast-track trials to punish rioters, worrying some human rights campaigners.

The resort to curfews drew immediate criticism from Chirac's political opponents. Former Socialist Prime Minister Laurent Fabius said the emergency measures must be "controlled very, very closely.''

Communist Party leader Marie-George Buffet said the decree could enflame rioters. "It could be taken anew as a sort of challenge to carry out more violence,'' she said.

They still have not called in the military, despite the state of emergency. The Jihadis are waging a holy war against France, because it is an easy target, and because there are enough of them to make it very violent and very successful.
I don't know what will become of Paris's treasures once this ugliness calms. I do not know if the churches and museums will remain.

What I do know is that when the Germans invaded France in WWII, Hitler was adamant about leaving Paris intact. He was a student of art, and was unwilling to see Europe's jewel destroyed. I doubt the Jihadis have the same view of art and culture. And I, for one, am saddened by the thought that one of the most evil men ever to walk the face of this earth had more class than our current enemies.

Update: The American Princess has a great post:

Alienation breeds contempt. Contempt is fueled by disenfranchisment. That disenfranchisment is nurtured by Jihadists. What is happening in the streets of Paris is not riots. Riots are not well-organized. Riots are short. Riots do not harm people intentionally, only by accident when connected to the destruction of property. Riots end.

What is happening on the streets of Paris is war. Holy War. The French econimic system gave it an excuse, and the French are about to pay dearly.

We are so caught up in the little metaphors that color our fight with Islamic fundamentalism. We coin it "war on terror," obtuse and general, we claim it is only an assault on "terrorists" or on "those who harbor them." We, as Americans want the battles to be few, quick, and far between. We think of the "war on terror" as so amorphous that we cannot readily define what we are fighting against. Our enemy is totalitarianism, Saddam, WMDs, the PLO, drugs, the Taliban, Chechyns, the nuclear arms dealers, the UN, my living room couch, who knows? We are so blase about the "war" that we deign to compare people on our own soil to the idiotic Mullahs of the East, casually calling James Dobson a member of the American Taliban. We have no idea how serious this problem is, do we?

Like a hole in the head.

I'm on the mailing lists of all three major parties here in Canada: the Conservatives, the Liberals, and Smilin' Jack's NDP. This week's propaganda bashing comes courtesy of Jack.

I received a flyer in the mail that screamed "Protect Canadian content!" and proceeded to decry these evil American satellite radio stations that are infiltrating Canada, as we speak! Did you know, for example, that CRTC only requires these stations to play 10% CanCon - "far below the traditional 35%"?

Oh dear, Jack, get over yourself. If and when Canada produces an artist worth playing, something people are demanding to hear more of, you can bet the stations will play it. But why in the name of God's arse should we have to listen to Susan Aglukark? Because it's mandated by the almighty government? I think not.

Of course, all this uproar is the Liberals' fault, according to Jack (You remember the Liberals, right? They're the ones that Jack and his merry men ensured would continue to govern us. So whose fault are the Liberals, hmmm Jack?): "Cabinet could have vetoed or sent these decisions back for revue. But instead of stadning up for Canadian Content, Cabinet rubber-stamped these decisions"

"Jack Layton's NDP is working to stop these precedents from undermining CanCon protections across the board."

Oh, do shut up.

Jack Layton's NDP is also apparently working to stem the tide of pesky democracy, too. The flyer in question has a Tell Us section, with two checkboxes. One of them reads I agree with Jack Layton's NDP: Canadian content is worth protecting! (Jacko has always been fond of his exclamation points - perhaps as fond as I am of my parentheses)

If you think the other box said something like I do not agree with Jack Layton's NDP - I think 10% is plenty... well, you would be wrong. The other checkbox was a request for a subscription to the NDP newsletter (on 100% post-consumer recycled paper, one would hope, although this is not indicated on the flyer).

I'm a member of the Conservative Party of Canada. To me, it's the best choice. But I can't always toe the party line. Sometimes a person just has to speak up.

There is no hidden agenda. How do I know this? Because there is no agenda at all. The Conservative Party does not have a plan. They do not have a platform. And at this exact moment, I wonder if they even have a clue.

Next Sunday you will find members of Toronto's CPC in Young Dundas Square, at an anti-gun rally. I will not be there. I do not believe in banning guns - no matter how popular that idea may be in Toronto right now. I believe instead in banning criminals. I'm funny that way. But the aptly-named John Tory, Jim Flaherty, Peter Kent and others will be there. Walking hand in hand with members of the NDP, and handing out daisies, no doubt. They see it as an excellent PR move. Except for one small problem: The CPC isn't supposed to want to ban guns. If they did, they would have been thrown out of Calgary a long time ago.

I mentioned attending a Town Hall about safer streets in Toronto the other night, hosted by local conservative candidate Jurij Klufas, with Axel Kuhn and John Cappobianco. Jim Flaherty was there. Michael Mostyn was there. Eugene McDermid was there. Sam Goldstein of Trinity-Spadina (home of Olivia Chow) was there, and all but broke into a few bars of Give Peace a Chance. Five more minutes of listening to Sam tell us about how expensive it would be to have to build more jails, and how the cause of crime is poverty blah blah (did I mention Sam is a defence attorney??), and I wouldn't have been surprised if Al Sharpton had burst in trailing the Harlem Globetrotters and extolling the virtues of afterschool programs.

I like Sam. I really do. I like all the members of the Party that I've met so far, especially Steven Fletcher. That dude's awesome. But Toronto is a funny kind of place, and it breeds a funny kind of conservative. I think it's something in the water. I wonder if we could get the government to move us, en masse, out of the area, because the water obviously makes us insane. I hear there's an empty village up north we could use... but I digress.

Wishy-washy Toronto has created middle-of-the-road candidate mush like Sam, and like Axel who is staunchly conservative, except on issues of traditional family, immigration reform, gun control, etc etc.

Those who vote Liberal often do so apologetically, shrugging and saying "Well, they're all the same, aren't they?" I think I get it now. They are all the same, at least in Toronto. We have cultural groups here who do everything possible to stay out of the mainstream, but our political leaders and candidates do not use this same tactic themselves. They prefer to be one giant amalgamous pile of uselessness.

Is there no one in Toronto who will stand up and be noticed for being different? Or should I just go ahead and vote for the Liberals, because after all, they're all the same, aren't they?

Whip out your credit cards, and remember that it's almost Remembrance/Veteran's Day. Help Soldiers' Angels purchase laptops for use by war amputees.

Tonight is National Drunken Writing Night, or NaDruWriNi for short.



Join me for a drink in front of the keyboard. Mostly I'll be on Messenger with some of the other Debutantes, but I'll be posting, too. And none of it will make any sense, I assure you!

I wish I had more time for a real post.

I missed the Cotillion on Tuesday. It's up at Portia Rediscovered, and she's done a great job. Wonderful images.

Jack Layton says he will no longer prop up the corrupt Liberal government if they do not address his demands regarding healthcare, ethics, and the environment. That's right people. I'll make it really clear for the idiots among us who don't realize the irony: Jack Layton is using extortion to force Paul Martin to address ethics.

I went to a Conservative-sponsored Town Hall event on Wednesday night. As soon as I have another free moment, I will write about it. It deserves its own post.

I did not get to meet Giuliani on Monday, but it was still a pleasure to see him speak live on stage. Great orator, and everyone was spellbound.

And last but not least, I have been battling a minor hangover for the better part of the morning, as it was girls night in at M's place last night. Wonder Woman from North American Patriot, my own lovely Must Control Fist of Death, myself, and the charming M put the blender to good use, and sat around talking politics, men, and sex. And more politics. Thanks ladies - I had a great time. Or at least I think I did. Can you please advise?