Random Esquire

I called a law school friend today to wish her a happy 30th birthday. She got a little black kitten for her birthday. She named it….Luther Vandross. I said, “Luther Vandross?” She said yes, Luther Vandross.

Little Filthy is Puppy Chow Fresh after a long bath. He is going to his grandmother and grandfather’s tomorrow evening to stay for a few days while Boss and I travel out of town for a wedding between two people who probably should not be getting married. In fact, no one is actually invited to the wedding. Instead, we are all invited to the reception. I guessed that this was because the likelihood of a vocal someone having better sense than either of the two betrothed was so great, they couldn’t risk openly posing the question of any reason why they should not, in fact, tie the wedded bliss noose. Knot. I mean knot.

I was to attend the symphony tonight for a private concert and mingling. Instead, I came home and made a seafood dinner and mingled with Boss. She is better company. My co-worker decided to attend the event because, as she put it, “I hate my husband right now.” I was not convinced that going to the symphony was going to make her husband any more tolerable and told her so. She said that she agreed but noted that after 3 gin and tonics, she would certainly be more tolerant of him.