Hai.

Now that the wretched process has finally ended, I have to say that: jury duty isn't that bad. I mean, it was boring and all and messed up my life for a few weeks, but the deliberation process was both EXCITING and empowering. And fun; it was fun. You walk into a tiny room convinced that you are the minority in your opinions, and then find that 11 other people (in this case, at least) share those opinions, and also have pretty hilarious things to say about the process. Like the fact that we all tried to muffle laughter at one of the arguments presented. And that some of us noticed the elderly judge had actually fallen asleep during closing arguments. And that the whole front row of us was using little bottles of "5 hour energy" to stay awake during the trial. In fact...I kind of wish deliberation hadn't ended. That way we could stay there all day and share the doodles we all had in our notebooks of the witnesses. I could tell which ones the guy next to me didn't like, because they all seemed to take on Hitler-esque features in his doodles, and I had to stare at the ground several times to not laugh in the middle of cross-examination.

The weekend in Davis was fabulous. Not only was it warm and sunny (yes!), but it was just fun to have that much girl time again and do stupid stuff. Plus bridal showers are always so fun! When else would one get to blindfold friends, hand them a glittery pink "member" and tell them to go stick it on a cartoon man, and then celebrate with pomegranate martinis? Hmm?

We also did something not as superficial and watched Slumdog Millionaire, which, it turns out, is just as good (if not better) than reports say.

Nolan survived his trip, and returned with all limbs in tact. It is GOOD to be home with him again, and since it's been so sunny, our house was all hot when we came home. Milo was sprawled in the hallway panting, and I was able to wear shorts to bed for like, the first time ever here in SF. Excellent. Thank you, global warming.