SHUFFLING OFF TO BUFFALO



Well, not quite. I took a last-minute trip to the fun city of Rochester, NY this past weekend with my niece to see my dear friend Jill, and am still too traumatized from Wegmans Withdrawal to type about all the fun we had. Hot Roch-cha-cha memories to be discussed include "The Dirty Hateful Hippie," "Risking Our Lives for the Madonna Mix at The Garage Door," "Southern Comfort is the Devil (aka, "No potato is ugly at 2 a.m.)," "Naked Bike Rides and Misspent Youth," "My Niece, the Happy Trisexual," "Callie, My Hot Blonde Bedmate," "Family Brunches and Dirty Jokes (Why The Cahills Rock)," "Sucking at Both Scrabble AND Scene It," "Hot Tubs are Beyond Awesome" and "The Longest Bus Ride Ever." I'll have a full update tomorrow, but for now I want to sulk and click on the Wegman's website until my fingers bleed.

Wegmans, for the uninitiated, is like, the Best Grocery Store Ever. It's not even a grocery store. It's like Disneyland for food. People walk around all happy, and they should be. I mean, the bakery alone could bring tears to a PMSing woman's heart. There is NOTHING like this in my neck of the Great White North. Nothing like this in the burbs of NYC either. People, we have been ROBBED. Wegmans will never come my way, due to the stranglehold of the Evil PriceChopper Empire, but I can hope. Honestly, Wegmans could make me move to Rochester. It's that good.

It's a sad, sad day when things like grocery stores get me hot and bothered. Did I mention the Cheese section? Sweet Jesus! Since I am Clawing and Scratching My Way Back Into My Old Clothes, I am avoiding cheese, but I think even looking at the display can make you gain weight. Sigh.

Also tomorrow, back to my usual rants: First up, The Demise of Pam and Kid Rock. Christ, if these two crazy kids can't make it work, what hope is there for any of us???? At least they had the sense to end it before they started breeding, but still.

The world is going to hell in a handbasket.