Head On The Bar...Redux Triple Squared.
Just got back from Fluid. Spent the evening sipping whisky sours with J (not the recently pregnant one, but of course, because this is Philly, he knows her, but that's not how we know each other....) catching up after his 3 week sprint traipsing around Europe, talking about cute boys, veggie haggis, some place in Edinburgh called Monster Mash which he insisted I check out, and running into (literally) Prince William while at St. Andrews (who is more adorable in real life than on the teevee). We didn't dance a lick, but that was perfectly ok, because we got to chat and chat and chat...
I don't know why I feel the need to write other than the the fact that I am totally wired and pissed off about being hosed by someone whom I thought was my friend but whatever. Not totally hosed. Just slightly. I just feel like she was being slightly dishonest and using me but whatever. That is the way that the cookie crumbles I suppose.
People are so weird. So weird.
Never trust a baker.
But anyhoo...I've decided to reveal one thing about myself until my Blogiversary. I can't guarantee that it's interesting or that telling, but whatever.
So here goes....
I skipped seventh grade. (With PeopleCat, my oldest, dearest friend on The Earth).