Fleeing the Filth

It was dirty in our house. So we went to California.

Seriously, you can't imagine the level of filth engendered by the Accidental Enormous Project. Ev. Ry. Thing. Covered in a layer of very fine dust. Which would make any sane person less sane.

Plus, there are a lot of people we like in California. Like Katherine's oldest friend, Hilary, who is seriously high-octane entertainment, and her equally wry and hilarious partner Wendy, and their three great kids - two boys who tear around the house at 100 miles per hour and one girl who watches it all calmly and has already figured out that boys are dumber than girls.

And like my old friend Antoun, who we adore, despite his insistence on dating women who are crazier than he is, and who took us to eat sushi we didn't even recognize as a fish product, but was revoltingly delicious. Monkfish liver I think it was. Really, really delicious, as long as you didn't think about it very much. We love Antoun and he makes us laugh a lot.

And Katherine's old buddy from college, Seth, whose daughter Sophia is charming and who tolerated the very small future sociopath at the tot park with aplomb, and her other daddy Jerry who seemed really lovely but who we didn't get to spend much time with.

And another of Katherine's old friends, Johanna, with whom we had a super-fast, super-stimulating lunch for about an hour and then she had to run back to work to continue being frighteningly good at what she does, which is high-end publishing of books written by really smart people, many of them probably not quite as smart as her.

And my old boss and mentor, Michael Warr, who is responsible for my current professional competence, and who is also just great fun to be with.

And Carl Tashian, who is coding the OurGoods site but is so much more interesting than even that.

So if you got to choose between Hilary, Antoun, Michael, Johanna and Carl, or filth wafting up through every crack and crevice and making your snot black, which would you pick?

We thought so.