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Lots going on this week, as always, but the baby shower thrown in honor of Tori and Baby G (short for girl, useful when no name has been decided on) was nothing short of amazing. It was a beautiful day in Los Angeles, my favorite kind – warm and sunny, but with a dose of cool.

The timing could not have been more perfect for a day of nothing on the schedule but relaxation. Tori had been working her butt off, and we all needed a break from the chaos, including me. It truly was the first day in a long time we could all enjoy being together with no stress while celebrating the coming of Baby G.

Everything looked absolutely beautiful and there was pink everywhere, of course. Wouldn’t it be ironic if Baby G ends up climbing trees and kicking balls and dismissing pink tutus as nothing but a waste of fabric! So much thought had been put into every detail, and that’s just the kind of party I like to attend – every need or want anticipated before you even have time to think about it. A day of pampering just for the girls, completely free of distraction from children or men (except for the requisite gay husbands, but they don’t count as distractions).

My first move was for the bar, of course, to grab one of the signature pink cocktails, and then I headed over to put my name on the list for a tarot card reading. Not surprisingly, the lineup for the psychic was longer than that for the manicure or massage! I do love the psychics. I thought she said some accurate and interesting things. In fact, there was much discussion about what the psychic said, all of us comparing notes and wondering about the future.

T thought it was hilarious that she told me I should pursue a career as a singer. What’s so funny about that? It’s not like I’m tone deaf – I can carry a tune in a bucket – and stranger things HAVE happened. Stay tuned for developments on that front – I’m sure a record contract is imminent.

A manicure was up next to help my raggedy a** digits, and a lovely massage following that. It was perfection on a Los Angeles rooftop, incredible view included. We ate, we drank, we were attended to, and we all got to unwind and connect.

Dean stopped by after his surprise Daddy shower, also totally relaxed and clean shaven and trimmed. I was impressed with his shininess after that heinous Mohawk thing he’d been sporting for awhile. All he needed was a cigar to complete the look. Actually, I think he may have had one. Another ode to Baby G. Best of all, there was an air of excitement underlying the whole event, knowing that our friend was soon to be blessed with her brand new baby girl.

Also, leaving one of Tori’s parties can sometimes be the best part – who can turn down a big heavy gift bag filled with the goods. That’s one thing we can always rely on Tori to deliver. Another good quality in an already good friend! So the day ended on the happiest of notes. But damn, lately there is always that persistent thought floating around somewhere in the brain cells that tomorrow we’re back to the house and desperately trying to get it into living condition for a newborn baby. And time is running out.

Oh yeah.

Trust me, lots more to come on that front…