IN REAL LIFE

A blond, a redhead, and ten thousand villages

First stop on our pub crawl

Sometimes, actually most times, truth is better than fiction. This has been my week to meet friends IRL. All I can say is I am not disappointed. M@ I do not want to cast aspersions on your reputation, but you were a perfect gentleman. I have no comments on your post about Saturday because some things should be left unspoken. Let’s just say I am always a lady in public and I had a wonderful time and so did my girl. I’m not saying I was drunk now, but the trip back home to Richmond has never been shorter. My daughter is a star and paid me back in gold for all the times I never criticized her for coming in late and smelling of booze.

WG, I knew we would connect, but our immediate simpatico surprised even me. You are lovely in every way and the time we spent together was as delightful as the bottle of wine we shared at Can-Can’s. I am looking forward to our next meeting. I have a confession however. When I dropped you off at your car I went back into ET’s for a piece of Tiramisu. I know, total indulgence, especially for someone who is working on taking off that last 10 pounds, but well, I had my reasons. Just know that the duck and Brie sandwich was my meal for the day and I will spend an extra hour at the gym tonight.

BTW, I am not wearing the same thing in both pictures. It’s just that 75 percent of my clothes are black. No, I am not depressed or Goth. I just look hot in black, don’t you think?