Distracted by Alyssa Milano

It's my last day in Florida. The trip so far: a success. In a moment, I'm going to give you a few highlights, but first let's talk about Alyssa Milano.

Why, Kate? I don't understand, you say as you scratch your chin.

Allow me to elucidate. I was a bit iffy on whether I wanted to write about this segment of the trip, even though staying in a retirement community in Florida is a hoot (you'll see soon). So I googled interesting blogs, thinking I might get inspired if I looked at other interesting posts.

On the first site I opened, there was a link for Alyssa Milano's ten favorite blogs. Of course I had to check that out, right? I was SERIOUSLY disappointed that my blog wasn't on her list, and I was VERY surprised that three Dodgers blogs were. Apparently she has her own Dodgers blog as well. You learn something new every day. Would you have guessed her for a hardcore baseball fan? Just goes to show you that people have layers.

Onward!

Because you want highlights from Florida, I know.

• We stayed at with my Magic Man's grandmother, who lives in a retirement community in Delray Beach (a very quaint Floridian town). All the people in this gated community were escapees from New York. If you closed your eyes, you would have thought you were in Queens. Very surreal. One lady said to me, "I'm from New Yawk." I wanted to say "Duh" but I just nodded and smiled sweetly. 
• My first day here, an agèd Lothario offered to serve me apple martinis poolside. Needless to say, I rocked the edits I was working on. I think. Ahem.
• We taught the Magic Man's tiny, sweet ninety-eight year old grandmother to speak gansta. Watch out, or she'll bust a cap in your tush. 
• We kicked off my birthday month with cupcakes from Cupcake Couture. I got "Mounds-olo Blahnik"—chocolate cupcake with coconut topping. All the cupcakes were named after posh brands, like "Donna Karrot." I was pleased they served me even though I didn't accessorize with a chihuahua that day. 

Next up...

New Orleans! Stay tuned for next week, when I eat beignets and my sister walks arm-in-arm with a man in a banana suit.