The Salon Friday night was sort of a smashing success. Or maybe I should say it has the potential to be a smashing success. There were only three of us there....Reference Diva, myself, and Pat...a wonderfully intelligent former northerner who enjoys the low blood pressure way of life found in smallish town Texas. We talked about snippets of possible future conversations because we know we're going to meet again. The professor that I was looking forward to rubbing on is out of town, another integral member unexpectedly had family pop by, and most of the others didn't come because those key missing members were their link to the group. Sheep! I'm excited about the possibilities for this group. Our current array of possible topics include (but are not limited to) the meaning of feminism, misuse of language, education in general, the difference between porn and erotica, and the others slip my mind at the moment.
In other news, I went to a concert with Rachel last night. Our friend Lauren's hubby David has a band. I've mentioned them here before. They play in Dallas semi-often, etc. They rented out the bar of a local restaurant and packed the place last night. I've officially found a new favorite drink: amaretto sour. OH MY GOD! And I drank about 3 times the drinks I usually have. The selection included apple sour, amaretto sour, and long island ice tea. I will say, right off the bat, that I'm a very cheap drunk, and that was enough to get me fuzzed for a few hours.
I had a wild urge to post all about my personal business and the wonderfulness that is _____ last night, but I promptly went to bed to prevent myself from embarrassing my...self.
This morning it's off to Cracker Barrel. I'm taking my mom to lunch later for Father's Day. That's a whole other post. Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there that don't suck ass.