Had wonderful weekend!
Much love to the Big Apple, to Dennis Rodman look-a-like at door of club and to the startlingly attractive Transvestite who announced to line of club-goers that he/she loved my (very tricky, Indian beaded) top which was clever enough to pull off hours of dancing in. Congratulate myself and also gal pal for having engineering skills adequate to tie the backless, barely-there top into place.
Got phone call from J as was leaving City. He was surprised to hear that yours truly wasn't in town. Hmmm. Surprised? Don't see how as told him half a dozen times was going to go. Blame forgetfulness on the drugs, says girlfriend. Will do. J emailed me this morning, wanting to see me. "Would love for you to come over tonight if you're not busy." AM busy. Am taking newly-acquired, frightened and v. sick kitten to Expensive Kitty Doctor tonight. "Stop by after, if you want." Am wondering what the catch is. Perhaps J really does want to see me. Or perhaps just wants favorite DVD to borrow. Am feeling resentful. Will purposefully forget to take DVD along.
Am worried about sick kitten. Poor thing. UMF assures me that am very good at playing nurturing, mothering role and all will right itself soon. Feel slightly better. Is nice to think of oneself as good nurturer... could have been nurse if could stand needles and such.
Am throwing party this weekend. Hope guests bring alcohol as am pretty certain after Expensive Kitty Doctor takes his cut, am going to be very poor.