Alert Part 2!

Houston, we have a problem.

So we're at dinner last night and after having way too much wine, at some point I blurted out "THIS IS SO GOING ON THE BLOG" (though at the moment, it escapes me what I wanted to share with you). And, Whitestar miraculously hears this statement, even though he NEVER ever, never ever, ever ever, pays attention to my random side comments. Yowzers. Panic ensues; heart rate quickens; palms are slightly sweaty. How do I get myself out of this one?!?

Any hoot, I decided to tell him the general truth -- that we have a group blog to which I share my deepest and darkest secrets. I underplay the content but overplay the significance ... this requires some delicate balancing. I mean, I don't want to raise too much intrigue but I also want to emphasize that this thing is off-limits. Whitestar is unpredictable, and I make him swear on the beer gods that he will never ever, never ever, ever ever, read this thing.

Natch, I give him no details on anything so as to avoid any searches for this site. And then proceed to put on a full court press re the issues of privacy and trust, although at this point in the convo, he's gone back to ignoring me because in the middle of my diatribe on this important topic, he incredulously says "man, I can't believe I'm ranked 91 in the country!"

I take comfort in knowing that he was really drunk so will probably forget the blog when he gets up this a.m. Plus, he's not real good at cyber stalking so I give it a 2% chance that he could actually discover this blog on his own ... but still, I will confer with the brothers for tips on how to ensure that I successfully delete any traces of this blog on Whitestar's computer. Who knows really what Whitestar does on his free time when I'm not around. His whole shtick of I-don't-know-how-to-use-the-computer may just be an act.

Re Suey, see what happens when you're too nice to ungrateful hags? Just stop taking her calls ... you are only a couple weeks away from moving back and will never be forced to see her again.

Sorry to hear about the fighting with Husband. Resist all urges to do anything permanently damaging to him in his sleep, although a harmless knee-in-the-back or elbow-to-the-throat while you pretend to sleep may ease some tension. I'm sure this is just about the stress of moving back.

Other breaking news! Our friend Flo Rida (apple bottom jeans / boots with the fur / the whole world was looking at her / she hit the flo' / next thing ya know / shawty got low low low low low low low) touched Justin Timberlake last night! She was having dinner at Katsuya in the valley and he's a regular there. I always thought the food at Katsuya was just bleh, but JT is way yummy.

Speakings of yums, as it is Saturday in San Francisco, this means a visit to the farmer's market on the Embarcadero and a date with my fave sandwich ever: Porchetta. Oh Porchetta! How I've missed you so.