Lap of Luxury

Pirates were afoot at the Marina Del Ray houseboat contingency this evening. Rumor has it that partook in vast amounts of Benedryl and organic free range cheeseburgers. Terrified onlookers blanched as their terrifying cries of "yet another crepe, my good man" rang across the icy waters of a bay of indeterminate depth.

Day 1 is complete of the northern pilgrimage of the Sisters Jaye. We were housed by the excellent Penny and her longtime beau who fed us and even housed Dottie's vindictive feline. A fantastic breakfast was set before us and even attended by Eliza and her new man. It was one of those wonderful meals that wants for neither conversation nor a meteor to break up it's interminable boredom. However, the nonstop laughter was a bit trying on my nerves. Is it possible to be too diverted? To like your company in excess? It is hard to keep a severe countenance with chocolate milk spilling from your nose.

In closing, several notions were decided on the Houseboat: first, I am to be known heretofore as BetaWhore; second, Oprah is in all likelihood the same person as Bill Gates and one day, not long from now, will rip her "rich white man" mask off during a press conference a la scooby doo and require PC users to read White Oleander; third, I require more than 4 hours sleep to be sufficiently entertaining.