The Wee Democracy

(in best moe the bartender voice)WHAAAAAAAAAT??

we went to chili's last night, in search of dessert.

see, earlier in the day, i was in the lounge and i heard this news blurb about shaq possibly/probably being traded to miami. so i wanted to find out if this was true or not, asap, so i could go on berating that overpaid nerd mark cuban for letting steve nash go for what? for what?? huh???

but i digress. so we're walking into chili's and i ask my mom if she watched the news today. this is not such a random question, because if she's watching tv at all, there's about a 70% chance she's watching a news program of sorts. she said no. and then i asked leah, which was a bit of a longshot, i'll admit, and sure enough, she said no, too.

then, with a noticeable enthusiasm, the hostess said "i can turn on the news for you, if you want". i politely declined, and thanked her.

leah said at the table that it was funny that she just offered to turn on the news like that. then a while later, we were talking about it and she speculated that maaaaaaybe the hostess was trying to flirt.

it's weird, this burgeoning self esteem. so fragile, so unstable. is it possible? am i hot?

i think i need the validation of a reality dating show to be my own personal litmus test. fifth wheel, here i come.




feeling: sleepy. josh got too little sleep last night
thinking of: the end of the day
song of the day: wrapped in my memory - shawn smith
and you're wrapped in my memory like chains, for I say that the flowers will always be there in my heart, like an old fashioned movie and i never forget your part