Don't Tell Me What the Poets Are Doing, 'Cause I've Got My Own Thing Going On...

[ravencallscrows]

Don't tell me what the poets are doing
Don't tell me that they're talking tough
Don't tell me that they're anti-social
Somehow not anti-social enough.

Thank you, Gord Downie (of the Tragically Hip, for those of you who don't know).

Well, we spent the night with Christine last night. Now, before you go jumping to all the wrong conclusions, it wasn't like that! Since she'd had a really rough day, starting with essentially getting ripped by her corporate loss-prevention person and her district manager, capped by having to cover her assistant's shift because of the funky weather, making it a 14-hour shift, then topped off with the whipped cream and cherry of having computer problems at closing that sound suspiciously like a CPU overheating due to being kept in close spaces with inadequate ventilation. So, instead of arriving at 5 for tea, she ended up not making it here until 10:45 or so, and instead of us having to go meet inanna's mom and step-dad for dinner at 6, we didn't have any real plans- and she was still here chatting at 2 AM.

So that's two weeks in a row we've had social interaction of some sort with someone old enough to drink, and someone pretty cool to boot both weeks. Heck, this week, it was even a she- not that there's anything wrong with Mike, but i find Christine nicer to look at. Something to do with those girl bits, i suspect.