About to be about a girl?
Nahhh. Just a weird week. Don't ask me about visiting a coworker in the St. Vincent's ER. Don't ask me about the events that led up to it. Don't ask me about the woman who came to wait with me in the ER waiting room. (Why do things always revolve around hospitals?) Don't ask me about the dinner and wine we had later that night. Don't ask me why I ate sushi. Don't ask me about the party in the Village Tavern tonight. Don't ask how many Stoli and tonics I had. Don't ask me about the midnight phone call while eating fried chicken in the limo home with an Irish national. And let's not even think about the presentation I have to give at 9:00 tomorrow (today) morning.
Maybe sometimes this life is indeed wildly unusual.
5 comments:
Good grief, "Chuckiessss In Love?"
No. Just a bizarre train of events.
Ok, I wont ask. However, I'm sure you'll tell me. (Wild is better than boring.)
Did the Irish national have red hair?
I think I might have to go into a little more detail. Especially since the Irish national doesn't have red hair. Among other things.
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