shrimp shack shooters
I had a “Valentine’s evening” as some would call it. No, I didn’t participate in a romantic dinner for two (or, since it has been claimed that I am in love with myself, dinner for one) but I did hang out with Allison. We watched That Thing You Do, the chosen “chick-flick”.
Returning from her place, I was warned to watch out for the fog. I watched. Watched for the moment at which I would see the road in front of me. In my years of driving, I have never been so consummately careful with my driving I passed a Pontiac (could tell from the headlights as it passed) on a long, straight stretch of road; I only saw it in my rear-view mirror for perhaps a moment before it’s back lights entirely disappeared. Approaching it was scary enough, clear sailing at first and then WOAH.. ! CAR! I had to stop at JF to take some pictures of the madness. Taking pictures of madness is a must. Although, should I have truly followed such a routine, I would have showed up at a florist’s shop today to take photos of the countless streams of forgetful men desperate enough to shell out $100 or more for a simple, delivered, dozen roses.
However, my night was very pleasant. I was invited to attend the JF prom this year, by Allison with Allison. Absolutely! Now, I don’t have to wait until my 10 year class anniversary to redeem my high school years - I can just dance the night away with all of the vigor and youthfulness I wish I encompassed back then. I say, lots of excitement to come.
February 17th, 2005 at 9:57 pm
dangit, she got to you first