Last night we celebrated my sister Diane’s 50th birthday. Princess DiDi threw herself a Hawaii 5-0 party, and asked everyone to bring Hawaiian attire and food. I went as the Professor from Gilligan’s Island, my logic being that since the Minnow launched from Hawaii, that the Hawaii 5-0 guys would have been looking for me. Okay, I don’t have a Hawaiian shirt or a grass skirt, although I did end up in one somehow at one point, so I had to push into earlier syndication. I met a wonderful couple from New York, a photographer, Bev, and a film editor, Donna, who are friends with the woman who is letting me housesit for her next month. A small world indeed. Among Diane’s many former boyfriends in attendance, my favorite was there (not pictured), a cute balding guy with a pot belly–yes, he should have been mine instead of Diane’s. There must be some genetic predisposition towards pudge that Didi and I share. Reese juggled outside, landscape artist/beargod Cevan beguiled inside, at one point someone yelled, “I get it–it’s the Professor from Gilligan’s Island!,” and much fun was had by all ’til the wee small hours of the morning…
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