i just got in... right now pasta is cooking on my stovetop... yep late night eating, blowing the weightloss all to hell in a handbasket... oh well...
first we saw Bloody Sunday which had me in tears.... please. go. see it. now.
then we went to Scratchers pub in the east village...
met some interesting folks there... i'd met a few of them a couple of years ago when i was working for joanne. but cathy used to work with them...
i have to tell you that i feel as if i used to be a decent conversationalist.... note the term "used to be"
now i feel as if i am straining to hear people above the din of music and chatter...
part of me wants to blame the hearing problem... the other part of me, the cruel part, wants to say "erin, you are boring as hell"
anyway - i shan't get too down on myself. i had a decent time actually...
am about to indulge in my, now cooked, pasta with parmasean and butter...

