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I forgot to mention...

Don't you hate it when you do an LJ entry so you can say one specific thing, you put in all the background for that thing, and then forgot to put it in the entry?

I did that.

When I mentioned the geek party I went to last night I forgot something very important (to me at any rate).

The party was held at Andrew's place, Chakae's boyfriend.

As people started to leave, Andrew walked each person or group to their cars. He didn't have to, especially as it was freezing outside by the time people started leaving, but he did.

It's not often in this day an age that you meet a real gentleman. I think I met one at the party.

I think Chakae's going to be happy.

And that's all I wanted to say.

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(Anonymous)
Jul. 29th, 2002 01:08 am (UTC)
hello from Penfold
Helllllo..... *hugs da blushing Random bloke..*
halloranelder
Jul. 29th, 2002 04:34 am (UTC)
Re: hello from Penfold
Aww, shucks.

*blushes*
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Each of her veils, a secret promise
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