I'm sorry for the lack of postings, this weekend. This weekend I've gotten a massage, slept way too much, and went to yoga class. Oh, and drank for about ten hours at Oktoberfest, but I'm trying to not think of that (you know the scary things about beer steins is that they're so huge that you really do get a sense of just how much you've drank. I mean, if you drank, say, ten bottles of beer, it doesn't quite look that bad. Drink four steins and you start adding up the amount of alcohol there- about a gallon- and Betty Ford doesn't seem like such a bad place to go). In other words, I've been feeling like a big tub of goo all weekend (tonight's burrito dinner didn't help). Will bring the fun again tomorrow. We hope.

(okay, here's another thing to ponder- met someone at Oktoberfest whose new boyfriend has a really bad moustache, a full on Dave Wannsted type of moustache. Can anyone really respect anyone who wears that kind of moustache? And can anyone respect the person whose dating the person who wears that kind of moustache? Seriously).