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That is the question that I am going to lead with (and I'm talking about the long version) and then I am going to say "Shame on you if you do not". 

And then you are going to say "No, shame on you, Bill, for not posting on your blog for 2 weeks.... I thought we had something really special going here, but I guess we've just grown apart."

Then I say "No, please don't say that....I've just been really busy lately.  I'll make it up to you I swear.  Let's do something together this week."

And then you say "Well.....I guess I'll give you one more chance.  Why don't you tell me what you've been up to?"

Well, this last weekend Keeley and I went to California for a wedding.  Yeah, it was really great, because it turns out that when you go travelling with a pregnant woman, people are really nice to her.  Keeley doesn't really look pregnant yet, (note to self: never comment on whether a woman "looks pregnant") but everyone that we know is aware that she is pregnant, so they treat her really, really nicely - and then some of the reflected niceness bounces off to me. I get some of the niceness crumbs because we are contractually attached.  Nobody wants to challenge the pregnant lady for the room with the king-size bed. When you are eating dinner outside and it is kind of cold, of course the pregnant lady gets to sit right by the propane heater, and of course I get to sit next to my wife.  Yeah, they are some little hidden gems to be mined out the pregnant-by-association situation.

The first night in San Diego we stayed at the "W" hotel.   I know what you are thinking and the answer is "No, it's not owned and operated by George "W" Bush".............or is it?  Come to think of it the whole place was a bit nucular...  there were a lot a fantsy pants snooties in the over-the-top-trendy-fake beach bar on the roof.  The existence of this bar in San Diego begs the obvious question of 'Why don't you just go to the real beach instead of this fake beach which is only about 3/4 of a mile from the real beach?'  Anyway, that's where we stayed the first night.

The next two nights we stayed up at this pimp 5 bedroom condo right on the beach in Oceanside, CA.  It was great because we go to watch all of the surfers out in the friggin cold water on Saturday and Sunday morning.  It seems like most everyone who lives near Oceanside must be into surfing, only most of them aren't very good at it, and alot of them just sort of float around out in the water on their surfboards and try to look cool.   There was a wedding and it was nice and then the party raged on into the wee hours of the morning.  All things considered it was a fun trip.

That's all I have to say, so I bid you "Good day".  The End.