Less than 24 hours, baby!

I'm at my mother's now. We just had dinner with a friend of mine from high school, with whom I'd lost touch between 1997 and about a month ago. I'll call him Bird... because that's what I actually call him.

He just set our vacation off on the right note, by informing us that his stage name in his drag routine is Jenny St. Croix... because it has that certain "je ne sais quoi." Go ahead, say them both out loud, it's worth it.

And while we're saying things out loud, there's a golf course a few towns over from my house, called Nippo Lake. You have to wonder if that can be treated with over-the-counter medications.

What? I'm giddy? Darn right.