That's me. Double-bad. I've been back in town for three days and haven't posted a single thing!

I was going to write up my trip, but as long as McSwain! has done it already, I don't see why I should duplicate the effort. Read hers and you know my trip.

Except, of course, that I was in different airports, where I never looked at the artwork because I don't do that sort of thing and anyhow I had tight connections. And I was lucky enough to have empty seats beside me on my flights. And no Customs.

And I'm a snob, so running into snobby people doesn't phase me and I'm too old and far too egocentric to allow strangers to shout at me (or care if they do).

Also, I'm pretty sure her story about Chihuly was a lie. She tells a lot of whoppers.

Me, I was underwhelmed by said sculpture, but I'm not a big modern art fan. I huge glob o'glass looks like...a huge glob o'glass to me.

She's right about Amity swindling us out of Karaoke Bowling, though. It was a deliberate plan. What I can't figure is how Amity knew, even without hearing us, how badly all of us sing?

(McSwain! is always indignant when she's carded, and she always gets carded. She looks about 18 and has ever since I've known her.)

But those bowling scores are a total lie. McSwain! only got 62. And I got TWENTY-six, okay? I was totally into double-digits.

I do have to mention that watching that group bowl was an education.

That's all I'm sayin'.

Also? The commencement ceremony? It was not anywhere nearly cold enough to freeze a monkey's brass whatsits. Those slackers parked themselves in chairs with a Scenic View and refused to move for three hours.

Those of us who sacrificed our comfort to stand for three hours, thus enabling ourselves to snap (admittedly, lousy) shots of Amity cruising along gowned and capped, were plenty warm. Especially since we were standing at the back of the crowd, right beside the coffee urns. And close to the bathrooms.

And with a good view of the many and varied horrendous fashion faux pas passing by. I swear, if there was ever a group that needed the services of the Fashion Police, that group was the one.

One woman was wearing leopardskin boots with three inch stiletto heels, a "handkerchief" skirt, the hem of which barely covered her butt in one place, and some kind of PleaseCFM blouse that time has, thankfully, erased from my memory.

Another girl was wearing a very attractive little two-piece suit, very appropriate for the occasion. Less appropriate was her headgear - a baseball cap worn backwards.

McSwain! also failed to mention that a major theme of Kaufman's speech was about how college kids shouldn't run up credit card debt. I'm sure those graduating with $20,000 in student loans will be grateful for the financial advice.

(We did, in fact, spend a fair amount of time designing The Perfect Monument for McSwain! one day during the trip. I'm one of those who thinks it's good to get these things settled and known by all.)

Otherwise?

Anyone who orders macaroni-and-cheese topped with fishcakes deserves what they get. My most memorable Connecticut Meal was at the Shack in the casino. I had a lobster roll and it was fabulous. Given any encouragement at all, I'd have eaten at least three more of them.

I notice that the whole, ugly Rick(y) Schroeder incident got left out of her recital, too, but it's not for me to share someone else's secrets.

That cow she bought was excellent. Totally. People will be standing in line for it. That thing with wanting to pet the live cows was just weird, though.