I got an email from my uncle today, the one that is business partners with Clark. It was some random stuff, and then he says that Clark was telling him how mature I am and how well I carry myself for my young age. LOL! When I read that I started thinking about what must have been running through his head when he said that to my uncle, whether he was thinking about the things he wanted to do me (if I weren’t my uncle’s neice), or whether he was stifling a laugh, and whether he was just making it up or whether he really did think that. The last part I’m not totally sure about because – well, I was drunk as a skunk that night. Seriously. I mean, the next time Frank talked to me, the first thing he said was “You are a drunk”!

I don’t necessarily doubt his words, because lots of people have actually said those things about me before (surprise surprise), but then again I must question it just because I really was quite drunk. Unless he happens to remember more about our conversations than I do.

Ah! I can’t stop smiling about the whole thing anyway, and giggling inwardly because it’s just so damn amusing.

That’s all.