I Was Wrong, You Were Right

God, I hate it when that happens.

So, fine, yes, John Dynamite did in fact get a bum rap last time around. On our dinner date last night, he was sweet and charming and utterly adorable, and the whole thing was much less awkward. He seems to like me, despite my best efforts to sabotage everything by telling all my most unflattering stories. He laughs at my jokes and is generous with the compliments. It's probably not the beginning of a Great Romance or anything - there's still an element of the platonic there, which can present a problem when one wants to make with the smoochies - but more dates seem likely.

Actually, some of you might meet him on Saturday if you come to the Free Martha party Wendi and I are throwing at my casa. Crafting projects like Porno Macaroni Art (TM Jenna) and Ghetto Fabulous Frames will be featured, along with an assortment of cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. Be a doll and RSVP if you plan on attending.

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Wens, here are the two ES songs we talked about at the show last night:
"Pictures of Me" & "Angeles".

I have to go work now. Later taters.