Jenny and I had dinner with some friend-type people we don’t know very well last night, and it was great. However, we found ourselves in that awkward why-doesn’t-someone-say-something-here stage several times. So, I did what I always do: I talked. No, I talked.
You might have noticed (by reading all this stuff) that I always have something to say. It’s not always meaningful, and it’s not always funny, but I can’t stop myself. Dinner was like that. I just kept talking. Blah blah blah. I talked about the most inane shit, and then when I realized I was doing it, I was all like shut-the-fuck-up-before-they-realize-you-are-batshit-crazy. I failed miserably.
In any case, I had a good time, and I think everyone else did too. I hope your week starts off well. Mine will be very busy.