come sail away

last night Hamo tried to go sailing. i told her it was freezing here, but she didn't listen to me. needless to say, she didn't go, but she did get a damn good meal at Piccolo Mondo. BUT, the hot chef that i love at the italian market did not talk to her today, he talked to me. yes, it would be ME that he asked to go to the jazz festival sometime this week. AAAAH ! i may die of excitement ... or horniness ... ew. terrible made-up word.