Social whirled

Another sign the long lingering winter is over: Things are getting suddenly very social. Turnout was excellent for pre-Bear cocktails, despite the rain, and Touché was packed. I was particularly chuffed that I managed to lure over a new couple, a ukulele-playing Japanese-speaker and his artist partner who I hoped would hit it off with monshu and did. Unfortunately, another couple I know saddled us with a huge drip who shat all over the conversation, sending the Old Man downstairs, but at the time I was too busy running around fixing drinks to care.

I've got an old friend from my UofC days in town this week with his unemployed journalist friend. I guess I'll see them on Friday (which may not be snowy after all, just frigid and rainy, yay!). And Blondie has finally confirmed dates for his visit the following week. He needs a hotel for his last weekend here and, from what I could understand of his voicemail, it sounds like he wants "a good hotel for hookups". I can't imagine why he's asking me rather than, say, one of the apparently legions of horndogs from the outlying territories who breeze into town on weekends with the intention of notching their belts.

And then there are at least three couples--four if you count Ukulele Man--who I'm supposed to get back to about scheduling dinner sometime. That's something to get on the next time I find myself whining about how I can't ever find anyone to do anything with anymore.