As for the trip... Yes, now that I am fed I can share the tales. We ate. We laughed. We talked... loudly and all at once. People came from all over -- from Connecticut, Nebraska, and Brooklyn we swarmed into the sunshine. And there were quiet moments: I had some quality time with Ellexa, a chance to tell her all about her cousins Cookie and Mojo. She gurgled, drooled and farted -- and that's how I know she understood every word. The Big Kahuna was in top form this week -- I could barely keep up with the pace that he and Marie kept.

This morning I washed using some of the shower gels that Bazzukajoe gave me: Cinnamon Buns and Coconut Frosting, both of which smelled way too much like candy to feel comfortable in a lather (much like the chocolate syrup he had in the shower at Spumoni South -- I pretended to make a banana split).

Anyway, I'm still exhausted, but in a satisfied that-was-fun sort of way. I'm going to sleep now. And if Frylock doesn't post to the blog by Sunday, I'm going back to Florida to give him the much-needed bitch-slap (or maybe just to force-feed him the leftover anchovies -- wow, I need a drink of water right now).