a girl has to step out sometimes - even with the economy crashing down all around her and her Republican clients bailing out of their gardens and heading for their second homes...thank goodness for a sympathetic friend in need of a companion to drink a Tom Collins with. the Green Ram careens around the corner here at Truett Place to collect me and off we speed (literally) to downtown's Urbane....oh so elegant and loaded with Suits and their Girl counterparts. all and sundry just waiting....and waiting....but hold on! they all have their Crackberries at the ready to fill in the dead space...as my friend K says: it's the new cigarette. whew...
