oh Mr Spade, you make me swoon

I'm watching The Maltese Falcon while I hide from the encroachment of summer. Gods above, I love Bogart. He's always well dressed, even when he is scruffy, and he is undeniably one of the most attractive leading men ever. There's something about his voice, and the way he moves. Maybe it's the hats. Maybe it is the way he talks. I don't know, but I sure do love it.

Woke up this morning with a headache from all that red wine and those cherries. Tyler and I went for lunch at Kerbey, which afforded us the opprotunity to note that people are both stupid and inconsiderate. You certainly can't trust anyone who finds it acceptable to wear hot pink and lime green together, much less allow their child to run around the table swinging a large stuffed animal around. Seriously, what is with this trend of fourty and fifty something folks wearing hoochie mama teenager clothes? You can still be a gorgeous attractive person in your middle years, but dressing like a high school Brittany wannabe does not make you attractive. It's not really attractive at any age, but there's something very disconcerting about seeing a woman trying to compete with her teenage daughter as far as how much midriff she can bare.

Afterwards we had some coffee with Sarah to finally assauge my hangover. It's brutal hot outside. Summer is here. But we talked, and caught up on the events of late. It's nice to know some of our fammily members are straightening their lives up. Some of them aren't, when it comes to those friends who are family. I'm a hair's breadth away from calling A&E's Intervention for someone I know, and that's not me joking.