I forgot to mention that I went to see "Rubbing Elbows with Ian Anderson" at Music Hall in Cincinnati this past weekend with my mother. It was great. The only thing that could have made the whole thing better than it was is if we would have had front row center stage seats and an autographed flute to take home with me. Also, I could have used some photography lessons before I went. We ate at a very trendy restaurant called Palamino overlooking Fountain Square and got half lit on Fat Bastard Shiraz and scarfed down the most wonderful food like manly men while dressed in our very girly dress up clothes. Susan, the waitress, was so nice. We offered to kidnap her and take her with us to the show. She seemed like someone that I could have instantly become best friends with. My mother thought so too despite Susan's purplish pink hair. It is a damned shame I haven't met more people like her. We shopped. We ate Godiava truffles. We drank. We sang and danced to Jethro Tull songs like crazy old ladies. We got hit on by two different sets of drunk Steelers fans while walking around downtown. A good time was had by all.

I also forgot to mention that I politely turned down the non-English speaking constantly interrupting manager when she gave me the callback of almost acceptance for the Victoria's Secret Beauty job. I wanted to tell her how perfectly retarded the whole interviewing and hiring process is with them but I refrained. I am nice that way.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 16, 2002 at 05:13 PM