so my so called second life

In my bid to expand my cyberhermitage ... as in my cybercave not my cyber Russian palace full of art ... I tried to go on second life so I could have a cool sexy avatar and meet cool sexy .... cyber geeks, but for some reason they wouldn't let me in. So I am stuck here in the real world. Its so not fair.

I have been having RW fun though, with an exciting visit from two more-than-smiling-friends we are talking-walking-drinking-and now-texting-friends. They allowed an escape from Dr L's book launch which was clasutrophobic and scary.... all that unity of purpose in one room (that is the reason I don't like socialising in houses.) We went drinking in the posh bar. There is one, well one and a half, and then we went to the gay bar. A seems to be have a side career as an anthropologist of provincial gay watering holes. This one was somewhat unusual, it appears to be housed in a former funeral home. In any other town that would automatically make it cool. But here, the spirits of the dead seem to linger. The world's friendliest doorman though.

Anyway I am off to eat pasta out of a salad bow. It is not pasta salad, it just appears that I did not push start when the loaded the dishwasher. ( a dishwasher you live on your own L). I was also excited to try out a fish version of my new pasta recipe, but its seems I bought sausages.