Not very smart for a thirty year old.

Some might know that this week was crazy, or at least weird.

Tonight I had Mr. Urbane's B-day party to attend. I got very nervous about the whole thing, as this meant I was finally meeting the all the people (including family) that I had heard about. It was fun, though, I admit, I had one too many. People kept telling me I was nice, which was nice to hear. The males in the bunch were all very flirty, which I found amusing. People kept thinking I was one of the other women there. Bizarre.

Last night I had an evening out with a gentleman, that was interesting. He was well traveled, but anxious. Strange.

More but too tired.