Well, not exactly blocked. I know what I want to write about, it's just that I'm so brain dead in the evenings that I can't form coherent sentences. I started a new job this week and I'm really excited about it, but I'm toast by the time I get home.
I want to tell you about my evening at the Ritz Carlton last weekend. Here's the Reader's Digest version:
Music in the lounge; wine; great people-watching opportunities; aging rockers (as in rock 'n roll, not chairs); young swing dancers; doddering old fools hitting on young chicks; beautiful brides in ugly dresses; bridesmaid and wardrobe malfunction; Parade of Ugly Hats, Men's Division; middle-aged transvestites wearing spangly formal dresses and dancing together; and another wardrobe malfunction, transvestite division.
I may or may not expand on that later.