oh the unexpected

C'est tres jolie, non?

This is 1/2 of my spoils from 'Free Friday' (created at 2pm on Friday, natch) where I dragged Shaun on the rounds of George St in the hunt of RayBan knock-offs.

For a social person, I am notorious (in my head) for inflicting last minute cancellations because I'm a teensy bit of a people-phobe. For all my optimism, I consistently find myself expecting the worst from people & social situations. Which is why I was flip-flopping so hard about going to lovely A's birthday dinner tonight. I had a fantastic excuse in the form of this bitchin' stomach ache that refused to fuck off & let me be, goddamn. But I reluctantly RSVP'd because I really can't miss any more social things without being written off as a bitch-ass brown hermit, a label which I don't particularly care for (too strong a hint of burlap, knowwhatimean?).

And as I'm almost always reminded when I do show up (read: get shoved out of the car by Shaun) that I'm an idiot. Because I'm friends with people for a reason. Oh, and restaurant food is triply as good because you don't have to a) cook it or b) do the dishes. I have good food-laced chats.