Together Again

After almost 48 hours of separation, my luggage and I are reunited. The reunification took place uneventfully in the hotel lobby last night. As happy I was to receive my bag (well, its contents, such as clean underwear, more specifically), there were still many unanswered questions. Why would he do this to me? Did I say something wrong before the trip? Did I pack him too full, and this was sweet revenge -- to make me wear the same clothes for nearly three days? We were up late discussing his antics, making me envious of his London adventures and even spending enough time in Amsterdam to find a coffee shop (even though I know he hates the taste of coffee) , while I was slaving away at work, smelling about as good as month-old rotten eggs. I'm glad to report that despite spending the night in the closet, we are back on good terms again, though I threatened never to travel with him again.

Hilton Honors

Taking cues from Britney Spears, Nicky Hilton pulled the trigger on the shotgun and married some guy in Vegas this weekend, as her older sister watched with alcohol-induced jubilation. Whatever. I've got nothing else to say.


Juror No. 10, Female, 50, Talk-Show Host, from Chicago

I've got to give Oprah credit for actually showing up for jury duty instead of using some lame excuse (photo shoot for the cover of O Magazine) to get out of her civic duty. It does seem a bit surprising that neither the defense nor prosecution excused her from the trial, given her status. Even more surprising to me is that she actually ate the food in the cafeteria at the Cook County Courthouse. I reported there for jury duty last year, and I wouldn't touch that crap they serve there. I wonder if she called Bob Greene to see if he approved of her lunch selections ...