Saturday, I'm going to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. This is the first public entertainment kind of thing I've ever heard of that has a weapons policy:

• The Festival bans guns on our premise
• Swords, Knives, Dirks and Daggers must be
• completely sheathed and peace-tied.
• Axes, Claymores, Maces, Antique Firearms, Pikes and Halberds are NOT allowed on the Festival site.
• No drawing of any weapon at any time
• Must be 18 years or older to carry a weapon

What about pointed sticks?

Yesterday, I saw Love, Loss, and What I Wore, with super-pretty Stacy London. You know when you see five actresses mount tall bar stools, someone's getting breast cancer and some lezzies are getting married, right?

My sweetie's taking me out for a special dinner tonight since he won't see me for a week: Artisinal, New York's destination for cheese. I think we're doing fondue for two, which will be the first time I've had it since Switzerland. (And minus the folk dancing. I hope.)

That got me thinking of what the qualifications are for sharing this kind of food, who'd you'd have no problem "double-dipping" with, which reminded me of a dish I saw on a Chinese menu yesterday, "Saliva Chicken". There is simply no way to sell that to me.