Dear Diary,

I had the most wonderful date yesterday! It started with an afternoon trip to the Museum of Natural Science. They were showing an exhibit on Ancient Rome and I love all things from the ancient eras of Rome/Egypt/Greece [hence my Greco-Roman left toe-ring tattoo design]. On an almost completely unrelated note, I couldn’t help but notice that my father’s profile is practically identical to that of Julius Caesar. Apparently, there was some hanky-panky between my ancestors and the Romans a dozen or two generations ago. The timing was perfect because I have been glued to the “Rome” miniseries on telly recently. After strolling casually through that exhibit and quietly oohing and ahhing over the beautiful artifacts, I insisted on a side tour to visit my beloved dinosaurs. Following that was a perusal of Texan wildlife and then a saunter through the hall of African beasties to check out the Very Big Kats. I hadn’t realised how big zebras were up close, having only seen them from a distance at various zoos. The lions, however, I have seen in full-colour-living-breathing-up-close fashion at the Houston Zoo. They have a glass-walled tunnel through which you can walk and the lions will oftentimes be quite close by. After elbowing my way through a pesky group of giggling school-children, I discovered one particularly exhibitionistic lion sleeping right up against the glass. He was lying on his back, all four paws in the air, and large hairy gonads literally six inches from my saucer-like eyes. But, I digress … a fairly brisk promenade around the shell and mollusk exhibit [it’s called something far more scientific than that] led to a quick whisk through the gift shop during which even *I* couldn’t find anything worth wasting money on. Although, I did fondly grope a plastic T-Rex or two.

All told, it was a perfect date. Pleasant and intelligent company, minimal expenditure, and no awkward small talk. I think I shall take myself out again soon. Assuming that I call me as I promised I would. In fact, I am already planning my next date — since I am on an involuntary “vacation” I think I shall stop off at a nearby restaurant and try my very first Mojito. During Happy Hour, of course.
Here’s looking at me, kid . . .

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