the whole shebang

 Got an oil can, anybody? Yesterday, I got a crook in my shoulder. I feel like I'm squeaking like the tin man. Sometimes that happens since the accident, but eventually the spare parts always jigger back to a better hidey hole and it goes away. I am in the waiting stage now and trying to ignore it. I'm done complaining now.

Say, how about those opening ceremonies? Our buddies, Lance and Pat, had a London-themed watching party where all the guests happily imbibed traditional English pub beers and libations, fish and chips, and English cheeses. I'd not had Stilton before - it is luscious - so pungent, and it sure delivers on the flava flav. I'm thinking of starting a Stilton fan club. Want to join?

The food and company were great; the opening ceremonies were... interesting. Perplexing, random, bizarre, hilarious, quirky- pick your adjective. I had a hard time staying awake, and I blame it on the floating beds. They looked so cozy. All except for the one with the giant floating baby's head. What was that about? Perhaps I am not sophisticated enough to understand the wit behind the whole shebang.