Conversation

Background: We have plans Friday and Saturday evenings. Friday's plans are based on Will's job, and we had to cancel previous plans to do this benefit thing instead. Those plans had replaced earlier plans that had been cancelled. Colleen, one of Will's friends from college, emailed yesterday to ask if Friday or Saturday was good for an informal reunion. A little while ago Will called me to say that Rich had emailed him, asking if we were available on Friday or Saturday.

Me: It's gotta be because of Cinco de Mayo.

Will: That was last weekend.

Me: ...

Me: Um.

Me: Cinco means five. Today is May third.

On further reflection, I don't think that adequately explains the rush of social opportnities. It must be my hair. (It's pink. Did I mention that?)