Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired

So I've been battling the flu or whatever the hell this is for about a week now. It's awful. No fun at all. Made me miss not only Smithsonian Saturday but also a concert last night that I was really looking forward to for two reasons: two bands that I like were playing and it was a date with Paul. Before you start to fret, I did get to spend time with him. He came over after he got back into town (after checking in on me regularly while gone), made me dinner (which I promptly threw up - illness, not cooking), found a friend who could go with him at the last minute (thanks Jorge) then had said friend drive him to the store so he could get me ginger ale and saltines. I figured he would bring them back with him after the concert but no, he ran them back before going. Such a sweet guy, which usually means pushover, but he's not. Still doesn't let me get away with anything....the bastard. It's weird. I feel like I've known him for years. It's just so comfortable (not in the bad, we're in a rut kind of way) and natural to hang out with him. Kinda scary, but mostly good.
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