so tonight my friends Jude and Fran & I met up at the Parker House for their opening night.
all was swell, had a great time, saw my friends Lara and Jen out as well.
around 10pm i was coming back from the ladies' room and I figured i'd go a different route to get back to my friends.
I turn right into an alcove and say excuse me to the guy in front of me (note: i was not paying attention)
who turns around? (keep in mind it's a full moon and my life seems to be a living hell filled with mockery)
yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have a mashed potato alert
i froze in my tracks, forced myself to say hello and make the small talk of "how are you?" while my skin prickled up and my heart started freaking out. stupid effing heart. seriously, calm the eff down.
anyway, i made it back to jude & fran and we stayed put for a few minutes then went upstairs.
now am home - which is good, i have an early appointment tomorrow and then off to see jim in the evening.
why do i feel sick cryie sick?
