Hate titles
I really do hate having to come up with titles for my posts. I’m no good at it.
Anyway…Went out dancing last night. It was L’s birthday, and wouldn’t you know it? Half of our regular dance partners didn’t show up – and the other half were gone by 11:30pm. It was just a weird night, all around. Met some new and decent dancers. Not too sure about their personalities – but, I seem to be pretty good at putting people off. *winces* Yes, one of the things I do even unintentionally. However, there are times I’m quite happy with that bad habit of mine. Particularly in the case of people who seem fine at the start and turn into real…not so great people…later. Like guys who take “I’m just here to dance” as “I’m just saying I’m here to dance so that you think you can get me into your bed by closing time”. Yeah – No.
Oh! Amusing tale. I had two young, drunk men come up and start talking to me. Not an unusual occurrence (the unusual thing is them being sober). Since I don’t drink much at all, it’s quite entertaining, sometimes. Anyway, these guys were all “If someone asks you to dance, will you?” I responded that I will dance with anyone who asks me – so long as they are sober. They went on to say that their friend across the way wanted to dance to me. I laughed and said, “Have him come over and ask – if he’s sober, of course I will.” At this point, J leans over the support behind me and asks quietly if I need him to take care of the riffraff. I toss him a grin and tell him I’ve got a handle on it – but, I’d hold him to it if these guys actually came back. Sure enough, about 2 min later they shuffled off and I never heard from them for the rest of the night.
I know, I find some really odd things amusing – but, they were just so true to form. Seriously.
Work on Kaylee’s sweater is slow but steady. I’ve got about 6 more rows and then I start setting up for the sleeves. I chose to go with the 18 month size sweater so she could get some wear out of it before it got too small. However, I’m starting to think it will be summer before she’ll be big enough to fit into it. I have a hard time remembering that most babies are not as big as my son was (he was 23 inches and 10 pounds when he was born). Ah well, it makes up fast enough that if I need to, I can make another, smaller one and ship this one off to one of the charities I give my knitted stuff to. I will do my best to remember to take an update photo and edit the post with it, tonight.
