and maybe the iceman will come as well…considering that cold north wind…but the top stays down on the Miata as long as the sun shines…

Missed the Thursday night rooftop crowd in favor of a cut and style of the mop I’d grown over the past two months while awaiting the approval of the lovely Juliet. Of course, now the photog, Charles, isn’t coming for two more weeks and I could have had a haircut a month ago and achieved the same thing…comes from always thinking you know more than you do about what’s going to happen in the future…

My aunt and uncle, sister, brother-in-law and California friend are all in town, so I’ll be having dinner tonight at Mom’s. A real waste on a Friday night of the Armani suit I’m wearing (thanks, Doug!!!).

Had a spot of lunchtime with a gaggle of Juliet’s girls at Kamp’s, but I had to leave when I had very little to add to the discussion of breasts. I had lots I could have said about breasts, but not a word that had a chance of being heard in that particular crowd. At least, not being heard without getting me into more trouble than I could handle with four women at once. All eight at the table were quite nice, if that means anything.

Stopped by Roccoco last night for a spot of the bubbly with the Oz and Deb. Good jazz and good crowd on Thursdays. If you haven’t dropped in lately, I recommend that you do. Tell Eric he’s the best bartender in town because he might well be.

Hope to catch the show this evening at JRB Gallery at the Elms at 28th and Walker. It’s Function as Art, showing a great many objects d’art that are also functional as clothes, pottery, etc., by about a dozen artists. I already know I like the stuff by Diane Cody — I buy ties from her so that I won’t see every other lawyer in town wearing the same blue and red striped p.o.s. I’ve got on.

Saw The Gary this a.m. holding court at the Red Cup. I ‘spect he’ll be carting his mom from pillar to post this p.m. DeShan was wasting her time with Randy S. instead of paying attention to me, dammit, and she looked fine, fine, fine in her grey, long skirt. Good luck on that bin 73 gig, girlfriend. Kat with a “K” was behind the counter serving up hot coffee at a frantic pace and looking good in a red dress she’d creatively left unbuttoned; funny, but she buttoned right up just when I came through the door. Think that’s a hint? Just coincidence, surely.

Button, button, who’s got the button? She told me she wanted a Christmas tree ornament shaped like a tractor, of all things. I thought she was out of her everloving blonde mind. Nope. While I was wandering around waiting for my hair to be cut, I dropped into one of those temporary Christmas stores at Quail Springs Mall and what should appear but tractor shaped Christmas ornaments. So, today was Christmas on Western for The Button. Happy holidays, darlin’.

I’m really confused about what’s going to happen over the next couple of weeks, but right now I really need to get to work and get cracking on some stuff that has a short fuse, so…

Th-Th-That’s All Folks! Elvis has left the building