I was lounging around the condo this evening when I heard a distant popping sound. Aw man. I thought the fireworks were tomorrow night. So I rushed out and headed towards the river valley. I didn’t run the entire way, because I could see the distant fireworks along the path I was taking. They ended about the time I reached the lookout point. Oh well.
Walking back towards Whyte Avenue, I passed a group of women, out celebrating the night. A good-looking one saw me and said hello as if she knew me. I said “Hi” back and continued on. Ships passing in the night sort of thing. She looked vaguely familiar, but I really can’t place her. That’s troubling. How the hell can I forget I beautiful women like that. I might chalk it up to mistaken identity on her part, but I look fairly distinctive right now.

This is going to be bothering me for the rest of the week.