Babble from an aBabylonian Bastion

And down a pound (again.) Lois wasn't there and, even though I had to wait an hour to get weighed, and listen to mindless babble amongst the other ladies in (the) waiting (room), I was much less irritated with the entire process. There also was no chicken dance played when I'd weighed, which was greatly appreciated.

A word on the mindless babble, as an example of the oil(me)/water(them) mix here in the Magic City: After about thirty minutes of trading stories about their husbands (the women ranged in ages from early twenties to late forties), the four ladies were all talking about the clothes they couldn't wait to pull out of their closets to wear, once they'd lost the requisite amount of weight. When it came to my turn, I said, "I have this great silk Calvin Klein cocktail dress that's been hanging in my closet for more than two years. I can't wait to wear it."

Response: Dead silence. [crickets chirping] After an eternity and some blank stares, one said, "well, there's no where to wear that around here. I can't remember the last time I wore a dress or a skirt."

Hey, someone give me a call when Armageddon nears. I'm guessing I won't have many clues that civilization has collapsed, as it's already been wiped out here. With any luck, they'll just disappear in the Rapture and the Buffalo can take over again.