Binturong(s) not included

As rafaela and I have both mentioned, the divine Miss felisdemens braved the wilds of Glens Falls to hang out with us for several days before departing for Boston. It was an awesome-beyond-awesome time, and one that I have no hope of recapping in full. Since our discourse tends toward the scattershot and peculiar, so shall be this following list of bullet points from her visit:

* sharing our continued hatred of the five flights of stairs between our apartment and civilization
* cider donuts and chicken picatta
* scenery
* going ankle-deep in Lake George
* getting to show her the exact spot where I met a girl named Zephyr just in time to write her into the novel
* my first taste of blood pudding (surprisingly yummy!)
* Garth Marenghi's Darkplace (she got me sooo addicted: "I'm not Jesus Christ. I've come to accept that now.")
* draining lbitw and jenphalian's entire alcohol supply except for the lemon martini stuff (and, not incidentally, laughing our collective nether regions off)
* iPod playlist envy on my part
* three people with barista fetishes at one table
* the head of Marie Antoinette on our ceiling
* late nights and early mornings, none regretted
* the joys of Cool Beans, and the Boylan's sodas they sell there
* felisdemens's car getting jimmied open in the dead of night by someone who rifled through the glove compartment, didn't take anything (not even the GPS), and left
* "It's the things I don't do."
* gobs of conversation, ranging from the sublime to the ridiculous to the sublimely ridiculous
* quiet time, a fine thing indeed
* plenty of other stuff, ad infinitum

Thanks again for coming, hon. Do hurry back.