Meanwhile...

When chips are down, they play the Clinton card

Okay, Sin City? Frank Miller has got ISSUES, baby. And here's the weird thing -- while I found the graphic novels to be utterly disturbing in their level of violence, seeing those same scenes in live-action just took them right over the top into utter, utter absurdity. I ended up snickering/giggling/donkey laughing through most of it.

Oh, the boy, you ask? Was it a date? I'm not sure. Maybe. The theater we went to has Hitchhiker's Guide playing right now, and when I saw the sign for it, I commented that I hadn't seen it, but wanted to.

So later, when I took Boy home (I drove, being a totally liberated control freak), and as he was getting out of the car and saying goodnight, he asked, "So do you want to see Hitchhiker's Guide, maybe next week?"

So -- I'ma just call tonight a maybe-date for now. No kiss, which is not that big of a deal but still weird, for reasons I'm not going to elaborate on right now (and sorry -- I know that's unfair, to make a vague statement like that, but for now, embrace the vagueness). No kiss, but plans to go out again -- so....maybe-date. Huh.

Hee.

Praise all gods, they're keeping Hubby till Sunday. I don't have to spend tomorrow fretting over a man with surgical wounds lying in the house all alone and can instead focus on my quest to get within touching distance of Billy Idol.

Hubby's doctor was going to release him tomorrow because he's recuperating so well, but the standard length of stay would be till Sunday, considering all the work that got done. Doc is always impressed with Hubby's drive to get back on his feet. Doc had initially thought Hubby was being a wimp for insisting that the pain was bad enough to have the surgery now instead of holding off for a few more months. However, when Doc got in there and saw the damage, he said, "You shouldn't have been able to walk around as much as you were. You essentially had a broken back." Trust my Hubby, Doc. When the World's Most Stubborn Man says, "It's too much, fix it," then we're obviously into the terrain of "Average men are begging for a bullet to the head to put them out of their misery."

Steph, that is weird. The no-kiss thing, that is.

Hec, we took pictures. And after the baby is bathed, I'll upload, but my hair is too dark and shiny to deal well with the flash, curse it.

It's the fact that it has NO PRODUCT in it and was dried with the car's vents that impresses me about my hair as it is right now. I forget, when it's weighed down by length, how much hair I have.

Back from game. When Palmeiro goes into the Hall of Fame in a few years, we'll be able to tell Annabel she was there for his 3,000th hit. Very cool, though the game sucked otherwise.

Letting someone out of a car is a weird vibe for first kiss, though. You don't really have that stand on the sidewalk making transparent smalltalk period to work up to it.

Tep, the no-kiss is a little less umfriendy, but another movie is a perfect opportunity to work that out! Also good: going to some event where there is loud music, or you are both standing watching something, so there is ample opportunity to need to touch one another...either just to communicate, or to suddenly be holding hands, or what have you. And that you definitely should go in for the kiss when you get a chance.

Steph, I definately think the second umdate is a good sign with the umfriend. Yay!

I'm working at the real estate office today, so everyone has to come keep me entertained. Otherwise, I'm gonna go out of my mind!

Ciao!

Hey!!! Where are you at right now, Miss Lilty? Having fun? Do tell all!

I've got to run to work, so I won't respond for about 20 minutes. It's great to see you, though. Hope you're having a fabulous time.