At least five clever, clever people have called me in the last day or two to tell me I should have gone to "Jimmy Buffett Night" at the local farm league baseball team stadium last Saturday.
(Slapping forhead) Gee! I can't BELIEVE I missed that!
Sadly, I was in Atlanta, listening to GOOD music with someone who also DETESTS BUFFETT MUSIC and who never wears pleated pants or pointy shoes.
hee hee
Tuesday
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So now pleated pants are out? Geez. This is one picky woman. I don't think I have that many pair, but I think I have a few. I guess I'm off the list. Glad I washed often enough not to have worn them.
And, you know, I think that both I and Jack N. think that "Grapefruit, Juicy Fruit" is a pretty OK song. I guess we're just too old.
Yeah, I'm picky. I'll admit it.
I didn't even go on a date for nearly two years after C and I broke up...
I'm sort of teasing about the pleated pants, you know.
But I do like a man in good clothes. And the person with whom I spent last weekend dresses pretty much exactly to my taste.
--Katie
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