I stared at the wheel, debating, the room spinning from alcohol, my newfound financial cojones, and pure rage at Victoria, who was so far beyond bitch-eating-crackers territory by now.

The best bit is the most obscure: When Vivien announces her plans to stay temporarily with a local antiques dealer, Ethel Mae Potter, only “Lucy” obsessionists may recognize Ethel Mertz’s maiden name.

Energy has seldom been found where we need it when we want it. Ancient nomads, wishing to ward off the evening chill and enjoy a meal around a campfire, had to collect wood and then spend time and effort coaxing the heat of friction out from between sticks to kindle a flame.

Will Rogers State Beach is a cruisy gay beach, always lots of people and lots of fun.