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I got into the cab and the man asked me where we were going. "Franklin Avenue East, off of Eastlake." "So I should take Westlake?" "Uh, no, you should take Virginia to Fairview to Eastlake." "Oh, ok, I don't know so well the streets of Seattle." This makes me feel uneasy. Call me crazy, but I prefer my cab drivers to know where they're going.
As we turn right onto Virginia, he looks into his rearview mirror at me. "Oh, I thought the young gentleman was with you." "No, he had to go home. He just walked me down." "Oh, I see." The driver looks at me and winks, and I don't know whether I should blush or be offended. I try to smooth my wildly dishevled hair and decide to do both; blushing down to my toenails, I send him a scowl in the mirror.
I don't like my nosy, lost cabdriver much, but I can't be too annoyed with him. Tonight, I'm at peace with everything.

tell me everything you could ever want to tell me. and then tell me again.

Yeah, I stole that from Hay-den's man. It sounds like something I would have said, so I figured it was ok to take.

I went to Bed Bath and Beyond today to get mixing bowls and ended up with wine glasses, too. Somehow, when Pete moved out he got the wine glasses and I got the champagne flutes, and I'm so not cool with that.

Yes, mixing bowls. I'm so serious about this whole scone thing. Maybe if I get real ambitious I'll bust out the crepe maker and make some crepes, too.

Letter from Andrea today. Andrea's letters are always so entertaining because they always sound like this one: "Let's see now, have since lost new lover, taken up with old, started talk to another old one, spent $90 on sex toys, and bought a new coat. What's new with you?" She writes me like people have never had conversations before. I love that.

Off to the drag show tonight.

I'm fizzing like a glass of alka-seltzer today, kids. Lorenzo, the last word in concierges, said "girl, you just the definiton of effervesence today. you bubbling over like champagne." Man, do I love it when my daydreams turn out to be worse than real life. Life's a fabulous thing today.