Monday night, I was sitting at a bar with Mrs. theskinnyonbenny. We were around the back side, where staff walked to get back to the kitchen. One of the waiters passed behind us, singing along with the speakers. He clearly reversed the "Everybody have fun tonight" and the "Everybody Wang Chung tonight" lines. It's not like those are unimportant lines. In fact, I couldn't tell you any other line in the song, but I wouldn't botch those.

I'm sure that everyone has had the fantasy of a gadget that would change the traffic lights from red to green as they pulled up to the intersection. I didn't know it until today, but there actually is such a thing.

Friday night, we went to a fundraising event at the Museum of the American Cocktail. Mrs. theskinnyonbenny has been a member of the museum for some time, and I was glad to get a chance to go. On the way in, I asked what the fundraiser was for.

This morning, I blew my nose, and disposed of what came out. Except for one giant booger which hitched itself to the coller of my t-shirt, where I couldn't see it.

So theskinnyonbenny.com hereby declares this a researched and factual statement: Washington Redskins owner Dan Snyder eats the flesh of aborted fetuses.

This weekend, we set sail for what is an annual tradition. We get on Velvet Elvis, and cruise for Easter. Where we go is a function of wind and weather. We sometimes anchor and enjoy the solitude of a quiet private marsh; we sometimes tie up in another town and enjoy their hospitality.

This is a rally at the Louisiana State Capitol in support of SB 70, a bill sponsored by Senator Karen Carter Peterson to repeal the creationist Louisiana Science Education Act, which was passed in 2008. Come show your support!

Last Monday, the meeting of the Red Stick Fly Fishers had a speaker from the Louisiana Office of Coastal Restoration. The people in this room knew the Louisiana coast. They've seen the contrast between the gold marsh grass and the deep purple water at dawn or dusk. They've paddled alongside dolphins and watched the pelicans go after their fish.

Velvet Elvis completed her first race last night.

This morning, I was waiting for Vanya to come get in the bathtub while he made a morning poo. When he got up from the toilet, he observed that it had come out green.

If you haven't seen it, Transocean issued a proxy statement (whatever the hell that is) calling 2010 their best safety year ever and disclosing millions of dollars in pay hikes and salary increases for top executives.

One time, I witnessed from a distance as my sister was riding her bike and got hit by a car, on her birthday. I went home and enjoyed another piece of birthday cake before going back to see the emergency vehicles lined up at the site of the accident. (In my defense, I honestly thought she had swerved to miss the car, mishandled the curb, and fell into a yard.)