Leaving the house with 2 kids in tow for the second outing, post-D -Bomb, and the second outing in a row.
Smaller group this time. At a house. Same rules. No drink. Peppy conversation. Draw her in, turn away and talk to someone else. Smile on.
(I half-expect Tattoo to come running down from a bell tower -- Da WAW! Da WAW! -- while Ricardo Montalban chivvies me along with "Smiles everyone! Smiles! My dear guests: I am Mr. Rourke, your host! Welcome to Divorce Busters Island.")
Regrettably surgically-enhanced divorcee will not be in attendance, but that's good because it gives me a chance to observe her evaluating in a different milieu.
She'll be coming back from function with Divorced Friend Who Experienced Ugly Divorce and is Validating All Notions of Divorce Is Great And You Must Get One Now!
So we'll see what kind of a mood we encounter.
Right. Well time to tie up the muffler, pull up the collar on the Mac, pull down the Trilby, and head back out into the cold.
surgically-enhanced divorcee will not be in attendance, but that's good because it gives me a chance to observe her evaluating in a different milieu.
