My dear friend is visiting from France and it's probably best that I didn't have time to meet him and his new French lady today. You see, besides you, he is the only being who knows all my secrets, and throughout our unique 13-year-long history of uninhibited conversation, inspired coffee shop/barroom readings, album swaps, and no-holds-barred confession sessions, we've made a few secrets of our own.
For the sake of the French girl and myself, it's for the best, although I wouldn't have minded one of our famous discussions, minus the French addition and the potential awkwardness that could ensue. Or maybe I'm the oblivious subject of some elaborate fantasy, in which case perhaps both of them want to see me...
Ech. No oui-ouis for me. Right now I just want to paint my nails red, pick up my pants from the dry cleaners, and finish cleaning my apartment for the guests (and potential art buyers) that may be visiting this weekend from out of state. They are a useful connection to have, an extremely talented bunch who are part of a distinguished indie band I respect. They are brilliant, so naturally, I'm in charge of entertaining them while they're here. :) I expect it should be a lovely time.
4:10 p.m. - 2008-01-15