I am getting tired of talking about the huge Mexican fiesta. But this was truly the party that refuses to end. Hopefully, this is the final wrap up.
First, just a side note on the menu. Did you see this? Apparently one of Ricky’s moles had super-survivor instincts and managed to elude the blender. He made a dash for it yesterday – right in front of Big Guy while he was pre-celebrating the passing of his Financial Reform bill. Polls indicate this will be a big hit with Main Street.
The little guy, on the move. Note the lack of a long tail, and the decidedly hefty build: apparently he grabbed a snack in the kitchen before going missing.
The press corpse were still arguing about whether it was a mouse, a rat, a mole or a vole. And while a rat would have been the “best answer” given the topic under discussion –Wall Street - I assure you it was one of Ricky’s moles. I actually saw the little guy escape when he caught wind of what was going on in that blender. Under the circumstances, I guess he figured his chances were better with the the reporters than with Ricky, the mad mixologist. I can’t blame the little guy, and he was right: among the chattering classes, he’s just one of many rodents. As long as he stays under the radar, he should be fine.
Speaking of the fiesta – and this will be the last word on it – I have a little more information on the shimmery blue gown Lady M wore. Mr. Soronen was raised in a Detroit suburb, and the Detroit Free Press got this scoop about Lady M’s gown from Peter himself:
“This one has a fully boned corset, a silver belt and layers of chiffon — with a bit of lame that Soronen said gives it that little bit of sparkle.”
Well, at least now we know what happened to Tillikum, the killer whale.
I’m exhausted. I hope I can power down for a few hours.