Last night was great. Saw some old people (the Dice, ScottO), met some new people (Meghan, possibly others).
Then running around outside in a t-shirt, deligthfully warm because of the red wine in me and the rushing about and the excitement - despite the temperature being fifteen degrees (so where's the snow?) - I just felt so... ALIVEAnd of
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Yeah, the fact that Morrison accepted the ball of yarn brought my estimation of him up a notch.
Please don't Olivia. Your admonition sounds rather like the voice of experience. I'm just glad that you're alright, and hopefully it's the last experience of that sort.
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The healing properties of yarn...
And I didn't drive drunk. I have, however, been in cars driven by people who had been drinking, and it was nervewracking. Most recently, it was nervewracking for me AND the driver. I got even more nervous when he said "I can't tell if I'm driving okay... I think I am, but if you notice I'm not, we'll have you take the wheel." To which I replied "How am I supposed to tell how you're driving?! Even if I didn't drink at all, I'm a woman!!" which made us laugh, relieving *some* tension. Gah. Sucked.
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