Worst. Evening. Ever. (By which I mean, not really that bad in the grand scheme of things!)

[traceroo]

At 4:30 yesterday afternoon, I realized that I'd embarrassingly said the wrong thing to the wrong person -- It's not that I failed to keep a confidence. I just didn't understand who I was talking to. Essentially, this was the equivalent of going up to Joe's cousin to say, "I'm supposed to bake a cake for Joe's cousin's surprise birthday party. What

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[chinook_wind]

Oh, misery! What an awful evening indeed! It's the sort of evening that makes me want to fling my arms out to the sides, fall to my knees, throw my head back, and SCREAM in the middle of a crowd ... which will then grow absolutely still, arranged in perfect circles and rays from where I shriek in abject despair, the cameras spiraling down over my head for the appropriate dramatic effect.

Seriously.

I am SO glad Ian met you for dinner and helped the evening improve. He's a very, very good egg.

You got it.

[traceroo]

Yep, you pictured that evening just right -- that was about the size of it!

Trace

[clementinelly]

You do have an engaging writing style. I would like to read more, so I have added you to my f'list.

:)

I'm glad your day had a good end :). Good luck with the stocking hunt! :)

Welcome!

[traceroo]

Welcome, Glitter!

I love meeting new people through this medium. I look forward to being penpals. Thanks for checking in!

Happy Holidays,
Trace