Dear etchuk:
I'm glad nothing was broken, but I still can't escape the feeling that you are being a "southern gent" about everything and refusing to be honest about how bad your injury really is. I still feel awful, like I didn't do enough to protect you as a guest in in LA, but then it happened during a mixer, which is, I guess, kind of like pot luck at a church social. Maybe I should stop by the Psychic Eye Book Store tonight and get some incense and paraphenalia and work a magic ritual for healing.
I'll look forward to seeing you again in June (you indicated a trip to Westwood, which I assume means UCLA?). I promise I will be so watchful and solicitous of your welfare you will be screaming, like the Monty Python gag, "YOU'RE FUSSING ME TOO MUCH!"
Renee
Ehem, tacad, tsb: There's tango class and dancing at the AURA nightclub in Studio City tonight if you're getting desperate for dancing. 7:30