Col tempo la foglia di gelso diventa seta

I've started this post several times these last couple of weeks. I just can't seem to figure out what to say. Sure, there's quite a bit going on, but I'm not one of those people who will pour their hearts out randomly to anyone who may read this. (I will offer suggestions on etiquette, though, that's different.)

For those of you wondering about all the gory details behind the last post--forget it. Anyone I'd be likely to tell wouldn't think twice about asking in person.

What else is new?

This past weekend was another friend's wedding. I know, I know, I'm at the age where all my friends are getting married. Still, I think I'm actually losing count of just how many weddings I've gone to in the last two years. And there are more on the horizon, I'm already counting one for next summer.

This last one was a blast. My hat's off to the groom, who's been a good friend since high school, he found the perfect match. The wedding was a lot of fun, some good food, some good dancing, and a periodic table of the elements dragging behind the car as the bride and groom whisked off to their honeymoon. What could be better?

Since returning to the city, I've been watching a lot of Sopranos episodes. And reading Mario Puzo's "The Godfather." The answer to your first question is yes. The answer to your second question is no.

Heartbroken

"All relationships begin in Passion and end at the Breakfast Table."
--Dorothy Parker