"Fortress Of Solitude!"

Still makes me laugh. When we were in our 20's, living in San Francisco, Chris called his "man cave" his Fortress Of Solitude. Any time someone of the fairer sex tried getting Chris's attention, dividing Chris from his place of Utopia, Chris, would like the devil avow, "Fortress Of Solitude!" Signifying, get out of my way, or die.

Back in Los Angeles, I'm about to embark on my own journey of Utopia. Yup, a woman cave. No man's land. A Fortress Of Solitude, consecrating peace and quiet from the nagging of man. You guys nag. Yes you do. And it's just as irritating. 

Fleeing to Vegas, to get away is costly, and I see myself needing to flee more often than my Vegas budget can handle.

In my Fortress Of Solitude, I will not return your man text message, answer your man demands, oppositely pet, stroke, or cater to your man'nes'ness.

"Damnit (Simone) I've been trying for three days to..."

Fortress Of Solitude!!

Sorry Aramis, you're on your own for Thanksgiving. Last year was more than I could bear. God speed. May the force be with you. If you're still alive on "Black Friday" my friend and I are suiting up and flying into the face of absolute uncertainty. We're shoe shopping. You're welcome to join us, of course. 

Now I'm going to spend an hour online foraging the coolest tea set on the market. My Fortress Of Solitude, will have tea. And wine. And beer.

You distill your Fortress, your way, I'll distill my Fortress, my way. 

Anyone know where I can get a "Boys are yucky!" sign?