Thursday, September 11, 2003

My life joined all the oncoming headlights in a glorious flash across my eyes, gentle reader, when I drove to Devon Street tonight for fine dining and company. Actually, did I just say fine dining? I felt sick to my stomach afterwards, though that may have been due to the terrifying one-way streets or the drinking water. The food was the only thing that made me want to retch, thankfully, and the evening was filled with fun anecdotes as our party sent One-Woman Times off to a month in Argentina.