Well, this weekend was pretty fun. I went to a party on Friday and saw
the band "The Cure" on Saturday. I wasn't a big fan, but a friend had
tickets. I was able to recognize about half of their songs. They were
better than expected. I got a supposed hook-me-up on Friday at lunch.
Turned out the women had a boyfriend. Then on Friday night I was
connecting with a women for 3 hours and at the end of the evening I
got a good sign that she wanted to continue and what do I say? What
suave thing do I think of? I say,"What was your name again?" Now that
caught her off guard. She told me her name and said "I guess I'll see
you next time with so-and-so" This time I at least know what I said.
I'm like Chris Farley, "stupid, stupid" as I slap my forehead. On
Saturday at the cure concert I was surrounded by my player friends.
Whereas I am a catfish fisherman - I throw my bait in the water and
hope a fish gets it. These guys are fly fishermen. Always throwing it
out and taking it back. I think I counted about 20 "Hey baby what's
happening" "Wo, your fine" and other such remarks in the time it took
to get from the car to the concert. They usually get one hook, but
it's always a little fish I would throw back. I think I could learn
something from them though. Maybe reel it in and cast it out more
times. Or maybe I should change my bait.

Thought of the Day
Grandma: "Dong, where's grandpa's automobile?"
Long Duck Dong: "Auuutomobile? Auuutomobile? Vroom, Screech, Auuggh,
Splash. Lake, Big Lake."
-- Sixteen Candles