Ole!

Tonight I went to a Flamenco show at a Persian restraunt with Yalin, a friend from Oberlin I recently discovered is living in Chicago. It was positively awesome. Totally fun and energetic and fabulous and the food was excellent and the facial expressions on the lead dancer were more intense than anything, including the garlic burps caused by the food. I want a flamenco dress.

For the record, Chase sucks. I should know by now not to count on him for plans, but plans were his suggestion so I blocked out my afternoon and sat around. He did not call, so I called him. Twice. The second time I spoke to him and he informed me that he went with his girlfriend to her rehersal and was headed back to St. Louis later tonight so maybe we'd see eachother on his next visit. Dick. I should be used to it by now.

Flamenco made me miss West Wing tonight. Only bad thing about tonight. Tonight ruled.

My pores feel clogged.