But she did have a hickey. We went to Banff for lunch today, to celebrate my birthday which is on May 1st. Our server -- an adorable girl we have met there before -- told me when I asked that she didn't have a boyfriend. So why does she have a hickey, I silently worried?
Call me a prude, but you have to have one if you have the other. I mean, hickeys are very intimate....are they not? You don't just go on a date and get a hickey. A hickey is a marking of sorts. You are my girlfriend, it screams. They are not first-date things. I was very disappointed in this young lady. I presume she must be a doormat. Too bad. In fact, hickeys are disgusting at any time. They are grotesque and crude.
Yes, call me a prig, but that's the way I think.
As for Banff, I have to say this is the first day we have had gorgeous weather. What a glorious drive from Calgary to Banff! The Rockies are, quite simply, the Rockies. Magnificent and majestic. They never get old.
The one blight on the drive is the entering of Stoney Band territory. Farms and cattle immediately disappear, as abandoned shacks and rusted out cars crop up everywhere. The one building that survives is....of course.....the casino. Your tax dollars at waste.
On another note, I swim with a woman who must be consumed with envy. Never married, she cannot bring herself to compliment another. "I gather your computer is not working," I said this morning (bitchingly, I admit) "What do you mean?" "Well, I sent you that picture of me and Darryl Sittler and you didn't even respond." "I don't follow hockey," she replied. What the f........ck?! If someone sent me a picture of themselves with a star, I would definitely respond -- even if I didn't follow....whatever.....whatever.
Women.
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