I must say, the margaritas were strong there. Jenny was utterly swimming after half-a-glass. However, it was not as bad as the time at Timpano's when I had the single martini that laid me out for the Friday's mojito that put me a few sheets to the wind.
When it comes to drinking, we are such lightweights.
Jenny's half-brother Mark was in town winning himself a fellowship in DC. Go Mark! Our only task now is figuring out how to make him babysit as often as possible. (Yeah, we're selfish that way.)
Here's a fun article from the New Scientist on how Alice in Wonderland makes fun of mathematics. (This makes sense, of course, as Carroll was a mathemetician by trade.)
I've set down a few rules for presents. I don't want electronics for presents. Yes, I know that kills many male gifts, but those are not what I want. I don't like what that represents. I also don't want cookout equipment. Nor sports stuff (although I am in no danger of that).
So, what do you get a man who doesn't want anything? That's a good question, and not one that I can really help too much. I buy myself the little things and save up for the big ones. Often, I just want a token. Or nothing. I know that nothing sounds funny, but to be honest, I have to store any present that I get, and that just annoys me.
Buying for me is such the no-win scenario.
One of the few areas that are wins are areas where I do actually buy and store (err, collect) things. I'll always take new dinosaur books, or nice copies of literature, or even interesting books.
Of course, I will soon be getting hand- made presents by Hers Truly, and I'll be tickled pink.