Jag Bennett is a really smart guy. I think he may have gotten bored with me last night when we went out after the show. We met up at Livingstone's, in the Tower, for an after show meal. Just so you know Gabi, I had the veggie quesidilla and it was delicious. We, of course, spent the first part of the meal rehashing last night's show, talking about the generator issues (it still makes me want to sit down and cry), and various shows that we have been involved with in the past.
On this date I was reminded that I don't read people's signals very well, nor do I know what signals I am sending out. Jag and I are already friends so I was not in the state of consumed panic that usually takes over when I go out with someone new, but that also means my antenna were not attuned to the minute details of reactions.
I just read the previous sentence and it made no sense to me. Let me try that again.
Jag has a good heart, so I'm not sure if he was humoring me, or having a good time as well.
Unfortunately, because we went out after a show, I was not tarted up, so no pictures of cute outfits or fabu hair.
Sorry I'm so scattered today.
Perhaps Jag can shed more light on this date than me.