Out of nowhere the narrative in Even Cowgirls get the Blues went second person ("You do," or "You are," etc) for the lesbian sex scene between Sissy Hankshaw and Bonzana Jellybean, and I have to say that particular section was quite well written. There was a couple paragraphs musing on the creation of kissing (medieval knights did it to their wives to see if they'd been into the mead) and of all things finger-fucking. Finger-fucking without the obvious references to Sissy's splendid preaxial digits. I'm not sure, but I think I should applaud Tom Robbins for not going along the obvious route.
I just got home from dinner with my grandparents and my mother. They started to give me a headache; we went out for fish and chips, which was good, but the nattering and the shrieking was a bit much. Before that we went over to Loni and Doug's - friends of the grand parents - who are really quite cool. They have this large apartment lavishly decorated with paintings everywhere and area rugs. I suddenly crave cool Persian rugs. Expensive Persian rugs.