Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

*For Mom.   I decided that the only way I was going to get out of the room and away from the man of every woman’s dreams was by reaching down; deep, deep, deep down and finding a speck of courage. I prayed that there was still some left. Accepting the ticket, dress shopping with my sister, along with the trip into the city and the time spent in the salon had already been a long and difficult journey outside my comfort zone. With any luck, I had another thirty seconds of bravery hidden some place. I took a deep breath, looked at Ryan Joseph and said, “It was really nice of you to come over here to talk with me when everyone else has gone, the event is clearly over. You must be exhausted.” Unfortunately, it was not long before my resolve began to waver, I started rattling. “I know I would be both mentally and emotionally exhausted if I had said hello to half of the people who were here tonight and you have to do it...all the time.” His eyes didn’t leave mine as I stood up.

*Profanity.   I am a terrible liar. I have been for my entire life. You know how some kids suck at things but as they grow up their skills improve? Not me. I never got better at cooking, dating, or lying. When you’re a kid and you tell a lie you find yourself standing in the corner or something. When you’re an adult, unless you lie about something big or to someone important there is no one to stand you in a corner and remind you not to do it. Instead you end up in situations like the one I’m in right now. Sitting in a nearly empty hotel ballroom in a ridiculously overpriced cocktail dress knowing that I wasted $800.00 of my family’s money-they don’t know I looked up the ticket price—hiding at a meet and greet for a celebrity I haven’t drooled over since 2003. How did this happen? Simple. I told a lie. It was an important lie. A lie for my continued survival. A lie for my own sanity. If you had been in my place you would have done the same thing. If you wouldn’t hav

Writer Lady continues typing. Something strange is going on in the upper right hand corner of the screen. She finds it unsettling. Deciding she must be seeing things because, look at who she has been dealing with today, she decides the fact the X in Close seems to pulse faintly every now and then has to be her imagination. She continues with her work. The X pulses faintly again. She tries to ignore it. The X sits dormant for a time and then pulses for one-two- three seconds then goes back to normal for approximately two minutes at which time it pulses again as she watches. “How are things going Diomedes?” She asks without turning around. “All is quiet Milady.” The icon pulses again. “Stop it. Just stop.” She comments to the screen. “Milady?” “After all that’s been going on now my computer is not cooperating.” She turns and faces the dragon. “I’m sorry I growled.” “May I?” Diomedes asks. Writer Lady nods. The dragon inches closer to Writer Lady and her c