Last night, I was out at First Friday with some friends. This involved walking around Olde City, an area heavy with art galleries, going in and out from the cold drizzle into overheated gallery spaces. (Just to make matters worse, I was wearing a down jacket.) I simply could not get my temperature stable, and since then, I’ve felt like I have a chill — just like in the Jane Austen novels. I hope I don’t die before Mr. Darcy finds me!
Arghh
Hahahahaha – give it up already!
Also, do you really think Darcy could satisfy you?
I always tell my daughter to avoid venturing east of Ninth Street — it’s too far from civilization.
On top of that, you knowingly and voluntarily went into a zone labeled “Olde.” That’s just asking for even more trouble.
OK, end of lecture. At least it wasn’t “Ye Olde Citie.”
Get better soon. OK?
susie, my darling, are you trying out for the poster-girl of 1st world problems? JEEEEEEEEEZE!