My grandmother used to say rain is good luck. Well, not if you're planning on going out, and especially not in L.A., where rain means the entire city grinds to a halt and people cower in fear in their apartments and lavishly-appointed condos. I'm expecting the trip down to Rancho Palos Verdes for my birthday dinner to take a lot longer than it's supposed to. But then, the after-dinner refreshment is a night out with the Man himself,
Mr. Perfecto Presents... yes, kiddies, the God of the Turntables, Paul Oakenfold.
Apparently,
my sim is celebrating by getting some action -- which is more than I can say for me in realtime, sadly -- and
Bill has given me several incredible presents on her blog. Eric Cartman says, "Kiiiiiick ass!"