I skipped out on Juan's end-of-semester sushi happy hour at Imperia last night. He was annoyed at me for it. Initially, I had every intention of attending. I even slapped on some eyeshadow and lip gloss, threw on a cute dress and cowboy boots, then changed my mind and stayed in.
I was tempted to join Shannon and Amy S. at Bar 96. I just know Juan would have been upset if I went anywhere but his function. I'll get to hang with those awesome ladies on Sunday anyway. Sunday fun day!!
Anyway, Ang needed an ear. She and Brandon, her beau of 10 months, just recently took the train to Splitsville. And you know what they say - breaking up hard to do. (Most of the time. Not if you're Sandra and Chris, of course. Sandra and Martin though...well, then yes. Breaking up is hard to do.) So I sat on the patio with Ang and we pondered life and love and lust and Facebook. Fucking Facebook always rearing its stupid face around every kind of situation.
(Part of my reason for starting this blog is to slowly ween myself from FB. It's a waste of time and just a stage for us to try and show off in front of everyone else. And in the end...none of it even matters.)
Cash, the cat, hung out with us for a while. Then he climbed the back fence and started a fight with a cat who had a very loud and shrilling cry. I threw some pebbles over the fence to scare it off. It worked seeing as shrill cry cat ran off. But Cash followed him/her. He eventually came back and hung out with the human females until we got tired of donating blood to skeeters and possibly contracting West Nile virus. We all went inside.
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