La Roux Gangster

The lack of anything over the last week can be attributed to my wife's best friend visiting us from London.

During her stay, we managed to make three trips to Chicago, dine at the only trendy, big-city-aspiration-having restaurant in Madison, hang out with my best friend in town from Los Angeles, play lots of dice, go girl shopping, drink beer, drink wine, drink whisky, drink pălincă, drink coffee, speak Romanian, not understand Romanian, throw a baby shower, and break my cat's heart. Poor little guy is devastated by the absence of the only human being besides me that he instantly took to. He now wanders the apartment aimlessly as if he survived a car crash, but wishes he hadn't.

Fortunately, Mara left Little Jerry a keepsake, the La Roux album, which is irresistible, hypnotic and very pleasing to cats.