Best graduation present ever? Yes.

You can't really see the show too well, but I am quite sure you can imagine it. If not, it went like this... I was taking a little nap at the table (because I was so sober that it made me tired) and then suddenly the freaking king was there. And he sang to me, accompanied by an electric guitar plugged into nothing.

And he made me dance and say things.




And I loved him. But I love Tawny more... seriously, sending a singing Elvis whilst in Memphis? Oh, that is good stuff.

Ciao, buddies.
-Nina
(I promise more photos of the big day to come. And photos from cabin weekend. Oh, shite, and NYC, too.)

I just love her answer to this... no doubt, indeed. Damn, girl.

Perspective

Hi, kittens.

Ya know, when life is getting you down and you feel blue, when you feel like things just can't get any worse, well... it's important to put things in context and remember that other people have it so much worse than you. One almost feels guilty for complaining when you know others are dealing with such devastating situations:




Ciao, buddies.
-Nina

What if everyone I know sent me five dollars?

Aloha,

Summer is just not the time to blog, eh? I feel a little relieved that some of my other blog buddies seem as unmotivated to do so as I. And it's certainly not that I don't have things on my mind (which you, as a reader, must be interested in... that's the nature of blogs/blog readers, right?), because I do. So there, suckas.

• POLITICS SECTION: What a fucking hypocrite.
  
  

Sen. David Vitter (R-La.) acknowledged Monday night that his number appears on
telephone records of the alleged D.C. Madam, Deborah Jeane Palfrey, and issued
an apology. (AP)

"This was a very serious sin in my past for which
I am, of course, completely responsible. Several years ago, I asked for and
received forgiveness from God and my wife in confession and marriage counseling.
Out of respect for my family, I will keep my discussion of the matter there-with
God and them. But I certainly offer my deep and sincere apologies to all I have
disappointed and let down in any way," Vitter said.

Now, this fella, if indeed I know my full-of-shit, neo-con-tools as well as I think I do, is one of the most hardcore social conservatives out there, right? And he has said, repeatedly and patronizingly, that marriage is THE most important thing in the whole wide world and that those immoral gays, sin machines that they are, have no right to even look in its general direction. Oh, and also, wasn't he one of the loudest idiot Clinton bashers - demanding impeachment not so much for the lying (which, now seems almost quaint and precious when compared to Bushie), but for the immorality of infidelity?

Yes, is the answer, that's the guy. I repeat: what a fucking hypocrite.

This is not a photo of David Vitter. This is Tom Delay. Apropos and, I think, really funny.

• SPORTS SECTION: I need to start betting on things.

I could be retired right now. Seriously, last week's All-Star goodness (which I totally love, although I understand it's not for everyone) could have brought me some fat cash if I would have bet (assuming that I actually would have had anything to bet. can you wager with good will and a nice smile?) with my gut. I totally called the HR derby winner (My second favorite non-Twin, Vlad Guerrero) AND the game MVP (my third favorite non-Twin, Ichiro). I did, I'm not kidding; people heard me and everything.

• SOCIETY SECTION: East & West Coast All-Stars

Last weekend was a fun one: out with Courtney from NYC one night and Tatum from LA the next. I don't have a whole lot to say about it except that it was super fun, not very sober and that I spent all my money for the month.

But, well worth it:

Who needs to eat and buy gas when you have sweet memories of afternoon chardonnay(s) and pretty blond kisses.

Ciao, buddies.
-Nina

I'm here on orders from my bird

Hi, love bugs.

I know I have so many other things I should be blogging these days, like... NYC weekend photos, grad party photos (complete with a real, live Elvis Presley), Scooter Libby and how he's taught us that this administration can truly do whatever it wants and there is not a thing we can do about it, the Sopranos finale (which I thought was a lazy, offensive mess), John from Cincinnati (which I think is a lovely, oddball allegory) and the fact that I realized that, before, when I used to actually be a good blogger, I was very much using it as a procrastination technique.

But, instead, I give you this:



Ciao, buddies.
-Nina.