Hold Up, Wait a Minute. Put a Little Blog In It

OK, the Oscar blog post cannot remain at the top of this page while I hurtle headlong towards the grave and my dermal tension gives up the ghost at a rate of 33 m/s^2.

Oops! Didn’t I promise an exposé on inflated wedding venue costs last time?

Is the shrill sound I’m now hearing:

a) the raucous cheers and whistles of my adoring public, or
b) the piercing screech of microphone feedback in an empty room?

Went out with my dear 5-year-friend (we’ve known each other longer, but I’m trying this coinage, intended to mean “old friend whom I love dearly but only get to see every 5 years or so.”) We had the waiter take this wardrobe malfunction-tastic photo at Mozza; I added the Old Spice AZN bowling alley grandma for modesty.

We attended a legal-themed Battle of the Bands. 1) This was my first, potentially only, visit to the famed Whisky a Go Go on Sunset Blvd. 2) Sadly, the best-named band — Privileged Communications — did not prevail. Actually, the band we went to see (we are trop cool!) — Latham & Watkins’ Diversion — emerged triumphant.

Non-triumphant: My circadian rhythms.

We scouted wedding venue. Learned that venue fee is directly proportional to number of chandeliers.

We scouted wedding venue. Learned that venue fee is directly proportional to venue’s number of chandeliers.

Ultimately, decided that non-eloping is for the non-faint of heart. Get it? I mean we are cheap. It is going to take this Indian guy and this Chinese girl much longer to work up the nerve to put down a venue deposit. ~*Further into unmarital limbo we slide~*

Gave world figures a talking-to.

At one of the potential wedding venues (Guess where!), Deepak threw up a V for: 1) Victory, 2) Violet, 3) Virginity (chastely maintained during this protracted courtship/interminable engagement)