Sunday

Sunday didn't begin well. I found out Leslie is moving to France. I found out through a friend. I don't even know if she plans to tell me. Truth be told, I'd like to see her once before she leaves, but that's probably not possible. Brenna suggested I call her, but I don't really want to, so I won't.

Anyway I spent most of the day with my friend Flor, who recently returned from a trip to Europe. Just chillin.

Went to Shadow Bar last night for my friend Myra's birthday. She'd been celebrating all weekend, so this capped it off. I like that place. There isn't the slightest notion of pretention there. There's also a lot of hot Hispanic girls. I was surprised. I met this girl named Maribel who is a songwriter last night. The girl was smokin. Didn't get her number. Should have asked. Probably would have gotten it. But I did also meet a lot of Myra's sorority sisters. They were cool.

I did have fun. This weekend has really started making me think about the whole notion of interracial dating. Clearly, I've got experience with it, much more than anyone else I know. That's the subject of my next blog.

New girls: 6 to 7
New digits: 1
Outlook: Well, there's always next weekend...