I HAD MANY DATES, BUT I DECIDED TO STAY HOME AND DYE MY EYEBROWS.

I've got that intuition I guess, I just knew something.....something was going to happen. Then.....BAM! my car breaks down a few feet from an exit as well as town, such as my luck I swear. Thank goodness for a certain skateboarder that came to the rescue and whisked me away to San Jose where I was admittedly overwhelmed by all the changes in the year I have been gone. Other than the breakdown of a my dearest Bill the past weekend was wonderful, full of photo ops, conversation, giggles...and the prints of Andy Warhol at the San Jose museum of art. HEAVEN! "During the 1960s, I think, people forgot what emotions were supposed to be. And I don't think they've ever remembered."