I don't understand it. I really don't. First my favorite group of champions say they want my help in getting a psychic to squint a third eye at this wedding present, and now that I've given them the names of the best in town (and honey, I am a very picky shopper), they've changed their mind ( Read more... )

Got a call from my favorite crumpet muncher earlier this morning. Seems that someone slipped something nasty into the wedding gift pile, and we aren't talking avocado glassware. So time for me to haul out the other little black book and see who I know in the psychometry line. Not an easy gift to handle, let me tell you. Most of the ( Read more... )

Got a postcard from my favorite Texas rose today. She and Wesley are in Receda for the honeymoon. Good thing the Powers That Be are giving 'em a break and not letting some big disaster happen. Or do They have understudies they call in? Hate to see the cattle call for those auditions.

Lunch crowd's dying down, But next week? Spring break? Oy ( Read more... )

They did it. Hitched without a hitch. No vampires. No demons. No temper tantrums from the mother of the bride--honestly, I think that would've scared me most of all. Trish is such a sweet woman. Never make a sweet woman angry.

Freddikins was radiant when she was coming down the aisle, and I felt like I needed shades before the ceremony ended ( Read more... )

Went over to the Hyperion today to do an acoustics check on the ballroom where my two favorite lovebirds are going to be married. Sounds like sweet honey in the rock. They really knew how to build 'em back then ( Read more... )

God, I love Valentine's Day. All these people feeling the romance ... I tell ya, I haven't needed a single seabreeze today. I'm drinking in enough good vibrations to keep me on cloud 10, baby.

Wish my favorite soon-to-be newlyweds would stop by. Haven't seen them in ages, but I guess those two little lovebirds are nesting somewhere else today ( Read more... )

Incredible. Those people don't know what they have over there.

I went to the Hyperion yesterday, hoping that Cordelia had gotten over the admittedly enormous humiliation of appearing in the worst Super Bowl commercial in history, but she's still hiding out in her apartment, according to her fellow gang of champions. Then Fred filled me in on ( Read more... )

I tried calling Cordelicious this morning, but she's not at home to callers. Not that I can blame the poor kid. I called the hotel and the groom-to-be said that she hasn't set so much as a perfectly pedicured toe inside the Hyperion ( Read more... )

Oh, honey.... I love ya to pieces, ya know I do, but that commercial, plumcake ( Read more... )

...who didn't know that Angel's taken the last train to Crazytown, and I don't mean Vegas. My favorite bride-to-be gave me a ring-a-ding yesterday to get my advice on entertainment (and of course I wouldn't charge her my usual fee), then mentioned in passing that Angelcakes had run off to Sunnydale to see that cute redheaded Sabrina about a son?

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