I’m leaving to pick her up in an hour or so. We’re going to see my highschool’s production of Arthur Miller’s The Crucible. I’m ready, just sitting here reading the boards, and watching the end of the Illinois football game on ESPN. I’m sorta nervous because she’s a really good friend, and I really want this to work out. Wish me luck!
Illinois lost. Clutch field goal by Ohio with 6 seconds left to go. Poo.
Good Luck. 
Luck!!! ::Odie licks Garfield for luck::
Odie, I was hoping that would come a bit later. . .
heh heh. . .
But thanks anyway.
Best of luck!
Be relaxed, enjoy yourself, have a good time.
I’m leaving now. Thanks to all of you who wished me luck. I’ll let you know what happened.
So that’s why you aren’t in chat. Okay. Good luck, have fun, all that.
Don’t forget to let us know how it turned out!
Have fun!
Rose
Well, it went OK, I guess. The play was good, and it was especially fun to see my classmates dressed up as Puritans.
That’s about the ONLY news I have. Sorry I couldn’t provide you with any scintilating details. . .
little do we know, that Garf has actually posted that from a remote location, as his date turned out to be a voracious nympho supermodel MENSA member (see my ISO description in another thread) and now Garf is a kept man, well fed and housed, to be used only for his physical stamina and voracious mind…
oh, wait, that’s my fantasy… damn.
Garf: Don’t forget that follow up is key.
Hey, you could play that game we did in chat. I’m sure she wants to know the answers to some of the stuff I asked you.