63 degrees

Woke up this morning and thought it was May. I took a step outside without shivering for the first time in months. No snow, no rain, no brisk wind. Just sunshine shining on my snout nose.

Lovely.

Oh, wait, it's supposed to rain all week? Great. At least I got Monday to scamper about on the patio while the roomies were gone.

On to gossip:

Aye is reportedly back in town wanting to stop by to pick up her mail. Bee has answered her e-mail and phone requests with one word answers. "Sure." "Cool." "Tonight."

Cee recently split with her Spanish boyfriend, stating that she wasn't that into him anymore. She loves him, but he wants babies and marriage. She wants bottle service at Marquee. It's just a shift in priorities.

Dee, meanwhile, is back at the hotel with the London Fling. She made the ever so brief appearance over the weekend, long enough to shower and repack her suitcase. Rumor has it they actually did stay the night, but Bee--nor I--didn't spy evidence to support that.

And Ei, meanwhile, is in shock and awe over her latest cell phone bill totaling $497. Damn, that's a lot of calls to Tel Aviv.
She requested a payment plan to pay off her overages.

But then she called her friend to explain the news. During peak hours. Argh.