nothin' on you...

Today after work Richard and I went to Panda Inn, walked around CityWalk, and Cinnabon. We talked about going to see Conan at the Amphitheater, but didn't. It was our six month anniversary. I've never really been a month celebratory type person. Yearly anniversaries (since anniversary refers to a yearly celebration) have always made more sense to me. Especially after the first year. Six months is kind of a thing, then a year and every year after that.

On a semi-related note, I don't understand why people say their kids are "18 months." They're a year old, or a year and a half if you REALLY need people to know they're that old. That's all. But I guess I'll only really understand that when I have a child... I doubt my opinion will change. It's not like I go around saying I'm 256 months old. That's weird.

But I digress, the night was great. After Richard left, I met up with Joanna, Shari and Fred who were at Rumba Room salsa dancing. It was fun to watch everyone dance. Fred dragged me onto the dance floor and tried to teach me. I didn't fall over, so that's good.


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