smasher

I went to a friends BBQ yesterday. She didn't mention that the only role that she was playing in the whole event was as a cook. It was really her mothers BBQ, so I was given the awkward tast of entertaining her mothers guests. Oddly, one of the guests was a Francescian nun, who after about an hours chat insisted that I was one of the best listeners she'd met, and she went on for about fifteen minutes illistrating that point in a variety of ways. So that was a well appreciated compliment.

Actually, other people in the past have mentioned that I should either be a psychologist or a police nagotiator. If my plans of fame and fortune as a rock star fall through, I may just take one of those up.

In other news, I ran into a girl that I've had my eye on for about a year, and I actually got the guts to give her my number! I'm very excited to see what comes of this.