Swing and a miss!

Last night I got the chance to face the peanut gallery over a few beers. I headed out with Morgan and OJ to the Oarhouse knowing full well that I'd get immediate feedback about this little pet project of mine. Needless to say, I wasn't disappointed. As per usual, Morgan came up with some constructive criticisms. Guess we'll see if I choose to incorporate those into my entries in the future. After all, every writer needs an editor at some point right? Although I imagine most editors being a little less public with their biting critiques... of course, I could be wrong.

I know there's a small segment of my readership that wants to know if Super Mom was around and if I buckled to the constant peer pressure to ask her out. Well, no. She wasn't around. I didn't even ask if she still works there or not. Whether I would have been foolish enough to flirt with her with the hounds around is another matter entirely. Besides, the clock is ticking. I leave for Montreal on Sunday. But even without Super Mom, I had a good time. OJ made the mistake of asking our waitress, Michelle, if he would be worthwhile marriage material and if she would back him in a Marriage pool. She later told me that she didn't want to shoot him down too badly in front of the boys. Sweet girl. I hope they keep her around.

Anyway, that's the news for now. Til next time...