A few weeks ago, my car was broken into. Right outside my house. I love San Francisco just a little bit less. While I am 1 of 5 CDs short on Vince Flynn's "Separation of Power," the thief/thieves chose not to take my "Songs that are Fun" mix CD, or REO Speedwagon's "The Hits." They don't know what they're missing.

Drake came to visit and celebrated her 33rd birthday, all in the same weekend. We had oodles of fun, highlighted by the rental convertible (something good came of the car incident, at least) and endless giggling over the wedding video. Plus we finally watched an X-Files episode I've been saving on TiVo for literally two full years.

My brother has a blog now; it's pretty funny.

And finally, Frank the KJ actually called my cell phone on Friday to invite us to The Mint this weekend. When Frank transmits the Mint signal, all must come running. Or, singing. I danced with the Asian Eugene, and Bryan reprised "Who Can It Be Now." Oh also, a repairman came in and tried to fix the broken monitor. It was all quite surreal.