Stevie Wonder!

Stevie, Stevie, Stevie. What can I say? I don't even know! Here's a decent writeup. Basically: it was beautiful, Stevie Wonder has the exact same incredible voice he had 30 years ago, he played for almost 3 hours straight, he looked like he was having the time of his life, it was great, it was cool, it was magic. Of course, he didn't do "Tuesday Heartbreak" but that's ok, it really is. You shoulda been there!

Then I had a really great dream last night. I'm not ever one for discussing my dreams b/c I did all that dream interpretation stuff when I was a teenager and I'm completely over it now. But it's all S's fault for making me watch all this wrestling b/c I am totally in love with 2 wrestlers these days: Randy Orton and Chris Jericho. I am not even kidding, it's even starting to bother S a little, heh heh. (That's what he gets, I have had to put up with his lusting after the wrestling divas and his having the occasional Playboy lying around the house! [Ok, I read it too!])

Should I be bothered by a little scar tissue? I gave blood today at Job #2 and they said the vein I always use has a little scar tissue. I'm a little grossed out now. Then how the hell are we supposed to donate once a quarter like they want us to?!?

I am lousy with Christmas invitations and parties coming up. One this Saturday at J.Fi's rich friends' house. Then parties next Monday night, Tuesday night (actually I have 2 parties that night but can only go to one!), and Thursday night. Then a dinner party next Friday night that is being thrown by my father, of all people. So many social engagements, so little time!