|added Fri July 23 2004 at 10:56 PM
|I keep thinking of different things that I could write about this evening, but for some reason, I can't make any of the thoughts take enough shape to be a real entry. SoI'm thinking that instead, I'll just do a brain dump and see what happens at the end. Keep in mind as you read this, that I'm not going to be re-reading it, so don't criticize my typing and/or grammar too much.
I went up to Salt Lake to eat dinner with Uncle Barry and Aunt Robyn. We went to the Olde Spaghetti Factory. Huge plate of pasta. I'd die on an Atkin's diet. Carbs are my friend, they keep me alive. It's not a meal unless there's some kind of carbs on the plate: Pasta, rice, beans, chips, *something* high in carbs. It makes it a nice rounded out meal. Anyway, the food was great, and the conversation better. As much as I enjoy the meal and joke about the free food being the only (or major) incentive, I really go up for the intelligent, open-minded conversation. It's hard to come by in these parts.
When I got home, there was loud music wafting over the neighboring apartment's roofs. After I checked my email, I walked over there to see what was going on. Aparently, they're having a dance. I walked through and didn't notice anybody that I knew, and walked back out. I don't really like going to dances on my own. Sometimes, I can get into a dancing mood and just have fun out there on the dance floor, but usually, I prefer to be dancing *with* people. At any rate, I wasn't actually invited to this dance, so I didn't feel at all bad for walking on out.
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