I left the phone number of that very lovely lady that kissed me on Sunday in my pants pocket and, d'oh, washed my pants. This is what happens when one gets too drunk to remember important details. Fortunately for there is "AGKEO syndrome" (something
Elisabeth labelled for me today -
All
Goths
Know
Each
Other) and courtesy of Nick and Sandi I have her number again. Now excuse me as I spend a few moments panicking before I give her a call.
