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I haven't been writing much here lately. It's as if I've lost my blog mojo somewhere out there. Between our show, my Twitter, Facebook, Pointless Banter and Kirtsy (I'm a new Internet & Technology editor, stay tuned for the official announcement!)  I've run out of things to say.

It's not that I don't have stories to tell. I've just run into a relationship rut with my blog. We need to run off on a romantic vacation filled with oysters and champagne and hot tubs and sleeping in and a couple's massage. (Where those the apostrophe go on couple's? couples'? It's odd that a tiny little piece of punctuation can signify ownership. I should just start putting aopstrophes on all of my money and then demand it back when I pay for something. But I digress.)

I may just be in post-party stupor, though. The party for Will's suit was a stunning success!

Will in his famous suit and Jessica Gottlieb. Photo by Lisa

And I was such a gracious hostess that I let Jessica be the one with the cleavage that night. Also I was making bacon-wrapped dates, and I once learned the hard way that it's not a good idea to have your boob pop out while working with hot bacon grease.

Me, Kim, Jessica, and Lisa. Photo by James.