Snow on my car
Wow! I just looked out the window and received a very rare sight indeed, there is snow on my car. Not to worry, in Georgia this never spreads to sticking on the ground, or anything that may actually cause work to not occur (do I sound like I am still in high school? well I am still in college!).
Interesting weekend all the way around, little bits of everything thrown in.
On top of the bad weather, a friend of mine had some tragedy in her life. Her sister passed away in a car accident at the end of the week. It, of course, was not a good weekend for her. I was impressed how quickly the family rallied around and showed up for the funeral. Her dad's house was full of loving people, eating, drinking and going through the grieving process. That is a great thing about families, thankfully, at those times, everyone does the "right thing" and takes up for one another.
We had tango this weekend... a show with Julio Boca. Apparently he is quite big in South America, and after seeing him dance (sometimes just in his briefs!), I can understand why. It made me want to dance, in slutty heels and my underwear. (Which is of course how I dance all the time right?)
Then that takes me to my date. Yes, I actually had a date. To be specific, this would be the fourth with the same fella. Yes, I did meet him on one of those online sites. Stay tuned.
Oh, and I forgot to post about my one hour date. I could barely get a word in edgewise (I had to stand up from the table to announce that I to go to the bathroom.) Needless to say, no repeats of the one hour date guy. The great dating experiment continues!
Interesting weekend all the way around, little bits of everything thrown in.
On top of the bad weather, a friend of mine had some tragedy in her life. Her sister passed away in a car accident at the end of the week. It, of course, was not a good weekend for her. I was impressed how quickly the family rallied around and showed up for the funeral. Her dad's house was full of loving people, eating, drinking and going through the grieving process. That is a great thing about families, thankfully, at those times, everyone does the "right thing" and takes up for one another.
We had tango this weekend... a show with Julio Boca. Apparently he is quite big in South America, and after seeing him dance (sometimes just in his briefs!), I can understand why. It made me want to dance, in slutty heels and my underwear. (Which is of course how I dance all the time right?)
Then that takes me to my date. Yes, I actually had a date. To be specific, this would be the fourth with the same fella. Yes, I did meet him on one of those online sites. Stay tuned.
Oh, and I forgot to post about my one hour date. I could barely get a word in edgewise (I had to stand up from the table to announce that I to go to the bathroom.) Needless to say, no repeats of the one hour date guy. The great dating experiment continues!
posted by nicky at 2/13/2006 08:06:00 AM
1 Comments:
Man, I hate it when blind dates don't have the common courtesy to sit still while I tell them how great I am and how lucky they are to be seen with me out in public. Where's the gd gratitude these days?
Good luck with Mr. 4-timer! They only people I ever met through dating services were amputees and the emotionally damaged. Hey, I'm not complaining.
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