tuesday, without morrie

i missed out on golf because of rain tonight.

but i saw scarlettina read instead, so i was pleased. i wished for more fiction and less poetry, but i met some fine new people, had all too brief a chat with varina8 and had another mojito with Stan! and Satin. good times.

(confidential to the gods - having the skin of a teenager need not mean acne. it's cute. i get it. ha ha. now can we just stop?)