David is still out of town. He claims that there is an asphalt factory across the street from his hotel, but I suspect him to be making this up to help me feel better about not being on a glamorous trip.

So Michael (David's ex-boyfriend), whom I gushed about two days ago, read my gushing entry. Apparently at lunch we discussed David's blog and it was clear that Michael read it regularly, but somehow when it came time to make my blog appearance here at Upside-down Hippopotamus, that fact completely evaporated from my brain, leaving me with the impression that I could blog about Michael with impunity.

So much for that idea.

And now, since he'll probably read this entry too, he knows that I'm totally mortified and embarrassed that he read my other post about him.

On the plus side, this could provide me with enough blog fodder to last until David's return.