I'm going to a barbecue. A invited me. I don't want to talk about D. I hope she gets that when I say "I don't want to talk about D." Short on subtlety, long on meaning. I am so damn tired. I spent five hours at the photo lab today. I don't like any of my photos very much. At any rate, they should be here any minute (A and B that is.) I have to tell this hilarious story that my friend A2, in my photo class, told me last night...

A2 had a date on Monday night, with this guy she really likes. She called me last night while I was in the shower getting ready for D to come over... I called her back.

A2: Girl! You're not gonna BELIEVE what happened on my date!

Me: I probably will. Its you.

A2: So we went out for dinner, then went back to his place to watch a hockey game...

Me: Oooo hockey...

A2: Yeah, but he gave me the best oral I've ever had during it.

Me: Yum.

A2: Then we totally had sex.

Me: Damn girl! That rocks! Was it good?

A2: Ohhhh yes.

Me: So what was weird?

A2: So he's walking around after the sex, naked, and I notice that he's got an ankle bracelet on.

Me: A2! Not another gay guy? (A2 went out with a gay guy for 3 years before he told her he was gay, he wore an ankle bracelet a lot... So this is ironic...)

A2: Not THAT kind of bracelet... Like a tracking device!

Me: (Dissolves into laughter) Oh. MY. GOD! Your dating a CRIMINAL!

A2: Yes. I totally just put my clothes on and left. No kiss. No hug. Nothing.

Me: Were you so pissed?

A2: Yeah, but he called me and tried to explain. My biggest problem is that he didn't tell me.

Me: Someone, the guy who keeps track of the tracking devices, knows exactly where you were when you were having sex.

A2: I know. I think its sexy.

Me: You would.

I love it. A2's biggest concern is if he's mad 'cause she left, not what he did to receive the bracelet in the first place. Hell, at least she's dating. Not just futilely trying to screw her best friend.