Thursday, July 05, 2007

Note to Aunt Carol

Honored you searched for my blog, sorry about the mention of cow semen on the top post.

Man, the fireworks last night were extraordinary. I wasn't planning on watching them, but I was talking to some family while I was walking around Pentagon City and they said they were heading for this hill overlooking the Pentagon to watch, so I followed. The mp3 player was packed full of Steve Winwood while I viewed the show--it was just what Alexander Hamilton would have wanted.

Today, got caught in a downpour, but I usually like when that happens, so long as I'm not carrying anything easily dissolved. Then a lovely dinner with the Volokhs--whose last name I've never learned to pronounce but who nonetheless consistently invite me over--with Jay and Shelby (interrupted by Carol's call).

A bum asked me for change. I turned him down and then asked him for wardrobe advice. He opined ("Yeah, tuck that shirt in), and gave me his plan for getting into the workforce. I told him it was good he had a plan, and it seemed like a good one, and I wished him luck. Then he asked me for change again and I turned him down again.

but my mom gave me the "stern talking to" about it and that sucked


This is why I always ask my dad's advice when it comes to women. SCOTT: So Dad, there's this girl... DAD: Are you hitting it? SCOTT: Totally. DAD: That's my boy!!! *click*


WHO are you hitting??


I make girls up. It makes him feel better.

Wow. Found out two more friends are engaged (not to each other) today. What a world.

Call on me, Valerie.

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