at paulie's holiday party last night, and a semi-familiar face walks in. i recognize him as a guy that i'd had a blind date with. he was cool: handsome, funny and dry, a writer, but the chemistry wasn't there and he was decent enough to say so. but i saw him and he saw me, and in front of a slew of my friends started saying "i know i know you from somewhere, but i don't know where" with his date or boyfriend or whatever standing right there too. inside i think, let's not play this game PLEASE. how embarrassing. i wanna believe that i recognize even all the (hundreds of) bad dates that i've had, but i'm sure i don't. but i think if someone looked familiar to me, i'd probably know that it was from that and not from a mutual friend or the gym that we both go to or something. i guess that means i'm a big fat slut.

church, then brunch at jami's to celebrate her new phat gig—producing the new site for a big, fancy cable station. i'm really happy for her, and glad to've helped the process out a little bit. in addition, i'm loving every friend of hers that i meet, so these events (i wrote this one in my multi-platform [outlook and handspring, natch] calendar as jamibrunch.com) are especially pleasurable.