I haven't seen "Family Ties" in years so why is the theme going through my head?

I just drove seven blocks to the Quik Trip to buy a quart of milk for the stray kitty who hangs around our back porch and in that short distance I had to stop TWICE behind cars parked in the street talking to people pushing baby strollers by the side of the street. WTF!?

It's been a theatrical weekend. Went and saw Lesley and Dean last night in the worst production of Romeo and Juliet ever. As I told Lesley, it's a good thing I had her legs to look at or there would have been nothing to look forward to. I could go on forever about how bad it was, but you probably don't care. I'll just say what I told mellifera to give you an idea:

Fashion tip: Never wear a green and black cloak with khakis. Also, never wear a 18th century cavalry sabre with khakis.

In fact, just never do anything Shakespearean at all in khakis. Now tonight I get to go see an ex-girlfriend in production of the musical Mame. It's a theatre-in-the-park show so I could be more enthusiastic, but it's the least I can do seeing as how she faithfully comes to every show I'm in. But it is nice to know that if I must miss my high school reunion this weekend, (which I am currently doing,) that at least I am among friends and supporting their artistic endeavours. Toodle-loo!

Why should I care?

So I'm back from the musical. It was stellar. The ex-girlfriend was radiant. I had forgotten how gorgeous she is and how well she can sing. We talked for a long time afterward. It shouldn't bother me to hear that she has a boyfriend. If I had a girlfriend it probably wouldn't. Granted, it sounded like it wasn't all that serious and not going to last, but still, the girl has got someone to snuggle with and I don't. I get mixed up over the strangest things.

I've always felt regretful over our breakup, but she was the first after Lesley and it was just too soon. On the bright side, talking to her tonight was the first conversation we've had since our breakup that didn't feel awkward, so I can't really say it was a bad night. But damn... why did I have to let a good thing go? Everyone asks that at some point, I guess.