My Birthday Week Started celebrating my birthday (February 4) last Saturday, with a lovely cream and butter-filled dinner at Le Caveau, a favourite resto in our family. Mum and Dad gave me a gift certificate to Simons, so Sunday was spent shopping aimlessly all afternoon, culminating in a trip to Paragraph's, a quick snack at Le Commensal, and a bit of practice with my band's bassist. Tuesday was my actual birthday, but some bad news that day kinda took the wind out of it. Still, had a lovely birthday lunch at Mazurka's and dinner later. We wanted go to Basilisk, a fab fondue restaurant on Duluth, but it was closed. So, we went for Greek, and then almost closed down Reservoir drinking port and smoking cigars. Wednesday, I had to miss yulblog to practice with my bandmates for my upcoming birthday party, which this Saturday. I have *no* idea what to wear. Suggestions greatly appreciated.


I'm hooked on CSI, CBS's hit show (now in two locations with two hot casts) that gives a new face to intelligent gore--where else can you see an entire family in the graphic aftermath of its slaughter or a coroner lovingly handling the remains of a burn victim? I am totally in lust with the character Gil Grissom, whose biography reads in part, "Grissom began riding his bike out to the beach every day to collect dead seagulls, opossums, and anything else he could find. He would bring the remains home to conduct autopsies." He's hot. He's eccentric. He drinks jimson weed tea to test its effects. He's just this side of a serial killer, far more so than that other hottie, Vincent d'Onofrio from Law & Order: Criminal Intent. You can rent the entire first season of CSI on DVD, an excellent way to pass an afternoon. Catch CSI:Miami tonight and CSI on Thursday.