That Damn Scot

Just getting in from playing with my Scot tonight. She's quite a pistol, I tell ya.

She had a friend meet us out. I'd met this girl, C, once before. Tonight she was different. Outgoing and chatty. She looks like Melissa Ferrick with her hair pulled back. And honestly I was fine until she did just that; the pull it back bit. Ugh. Ma-rawr.

So they had the kareoke going at the pub. "The Closet," it's called. I sing a song or two and suddenly I am all the rage. I have quite a nice voice, I am told. And it is an amazing ice breaker for people.

I had a great time.

But GG was on my mind fairly heavily tonight. Intermixed with norty ideas of this C woman, too.

Aww, Phtt!