| It happens!
Little girl: Mommy, I’m going to marry Daddy. Mom: Sorry, honey, turns out Daddy doesn’t like girls. Daddy likes other daddies. —A train via Overheard in New York, Apr 10, 2007 |
I met Joe for lunch at Red Lobster, where I was thrilled to find the item on their lunch menu that I usually get at dinner time. Broiled Stuffed Flounder.
Joe had a big ole Shrimp Salad that looked delicious, too.
I spent a couple of hours at Helios, where I worked on my document—finishing up the dependencies cross-referencing.
There was a totally distracting, annoying conversation going on behind me between some kind of realtor and a client. iPod to the rescue.
At one point, I used the restrooms and noted that the rooms are marked “Men’s Room” and “Women’s Room.” I’m quite sure these used to be unisex bathrooms. I used the Men’s room, but had it been occupied, I’d’ve used the Women’s in a heartbeat. They are the exact same thing inside.
I took a glorious three-hour nap this afternoon. Good, rainy day for it.
We had a full dozen dancers tonight: Carl, Bill, Geromy, Ernie, Shawn, Todd, Ross, Gordon, Steven, Rob, and Alan were all in attendance.
Carl taught Chill Factor for the first lesson and the Carolina Stomp for the second lesson.