Tacos. Moet et Chandon. Gilmore Girls. And R's out-of-nowhere jaw-dropping performance of a lifetime, four times identical.

To some people with sack lives much better than mine, people with rampant terrific sexual energy or more self-awareness or better nerve endings or just plain dumb partnering-luck, that's no big deal. But to me - kind of a big deal. Perhaps even a really big big deal, making Russell temporarily a demi-god in my eyes, and thank god because in 2 weeks we leave for Cuba and I had already thought of buying him out and taking my mother because I panic like that.