you know that cliche of needing a vacation after returning from a vacation? i'll take six, please.

ok we're back. but oh, so tired. i can't yet get into the details of our trip which managed to be simultaneously lovely and freakishly nightmaresque. i will say this: on the way to LA, jetblue lost one of my bags. on the way back last night, we had to land and refuel in rochester because of weather in nyc. sat on the tarmac for over an hour. once at jfk, we then waited an additional hour to deplane (and just being able to use that ridiculous word, "deplane," almost makes it worthwhile. almost. actually, what did make it worthwhile was being able to watch the comedy central roast of pam anderson in its entirety. twice. in a row. ah, courtney love.).

then it took another hour to get our bags. we had to call a multo expensivo car service because the wait for a taxi was reported to be THREE HOURS -- which is fine with me because nyc cabdrivers and i aren't on speaking terms right now. (the car's driver came promptly and told us that some jackoff tried to convince him HE had been the one to call the car, but decided he wanted to change his destination ... because people do that all the time at 3 am, i guess.)

we weren't in bed until 4:30. the baby, who, bless her, was a demonic firebreathing sulfurous unsleeping hellish hellbeast at her grandparents' house all week, slept like a tiny silent dozing angel on both flights. she is really doing her best to destroy us.

more later. when i have slept enough. i would continue in the beasties vein of the previous posting and say something pithy about "no sleep till brooklyn" but, of course, that would imply now that we have returned home to brooklyn, sleep will somehow figure into our lives. haha!

ah, jesus fuck. just kill me.