  I miss James, but I can't call him becuase he's in Minnesota. He's been there for the last five days, training with the IT geeks down at head office. I know, I'm generalizing. They're probably not all geeks - it's just more fun to imagine that they are. I'm sure they're nice people - actually, I know they are because they're throwing a bbq for James as I blog!
--- urlLink Summerlicious is here! Yay! Yummy food priced affordably at nice restaurants. What's not to like about that? I hope I'll have the opportunity to go eat with some good company (nudge nudge, wink wink)... --- Now all I can think about is food... I can't eat because it's too late. I'll just feel gross if I go to sleep right after eating - it's like I'm asking to become rounded at my waist - and I'll feel even more guilty about paying those monthly fees for my much under-used gym membership than I already do.
--- I was at this function with James last weekend - a cocktail party in the home of one of his colleagues. Sounds very chi chi, doesn't it? Well, it was. That house was really, really super-nice, and beautifully furnished too (everything shipped up from Los Angeles!). Anyway, there were all these people there that I wouldn't have expected to be there: the Russian painter, the hairdresser, the personal fitness trainers. And we spoke to these people, the usual small-talk, because that's what people do at cocktail parties.
James and I aren't fans of this "small-talk", but I can do a decent job, and on occassion I can even get right into it, if the mood strikes. However, the mood didn't strike that night when one of the personal trainers started talking to us: Trainer: Do you have a gym membership? Me: Of course! Trainer: Do you use your membership? Me: Of course! Trainer: That's good, that good. Most people don't. Don't you think that's a waste of money? Me: Of course! What a load of crap!
Shortly after this exchange I came up with an excuse to go to the bar. --- Time for bed. I'm done with my random ramblings for the moment. I'm probably not making much sense anymore anyways... 
