Saturday, there was a t-girl night out. About twenty girls met at a local restaurant/bar for dinner and conversation.
I was not one of them.
I was hopeful; it's been a while since I went to one and I was looking forward to it. Then I got a call from my son. He needed some help, and Saturday night was a good night for it. So I changed plans.
There will always be another night out.
This is kind of a lead in to a much larger topic that I'm going to try to flesh out this week. I've had a bunch of false starts and little success with what I want to write. I think Thalia, my muse, is on holiday.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Sorry you had to miss a night out... That's a somewhat familiar feeling!
ReplyDeleteMandy