And the Award

For "Guest who Traveled the Furthest" goes to...

Alexander!

Would that Visa could make a commercial of Saturday night!

Invitations for 75 guests: $XXX

Getting childhood photos of your mother blown up to poster size $XXX

Party for 75 at OGC $XXX

Trans-Atlantic Plane Ticket: $XXX

My mother's face when she saw you there: priceless

Way to go, Alexander. I don't care what anyone says about you, you're a keeper!

BEWARE

A little Ides of March fun this rainy Monday morning:

From "Rinse the Blood of My Toga"
CALUPURNIA (that's Mrs Julius Caesar to you and me):

I told him, Julie, don't go. Don't go Julie, I said. Don't go, it's the
Ides of March.

If I told him once, I'd told him a thousand times, Julie, don't go ...

Julie, don't go, I said. It's the Ides of March. Beware already.

FLAVIUS MAXIMUS
(aside)
I don't blame him for going.

Crocus!

All right, so I wasn't exactly wandering lonely as a cloud and crocuses aren't the same sure sign of spring as daffodils, but still! Crocuses! In the front garden! Peaking their little heads out above the snow!

After this winter, I'll take any sign I can get! Roll on spring!