Well, it’s almost working. I got it back to thinking it’s a cell phone and I can send text messages and receive pictures. But it doesn’t seem to let me set the ringtones. Fortunately I had most of the phone book backed up and so that wasn’t completely lost.

Went to dinner at “La Villa” again. My sister couldn’t say “Lebanese/Brazilian Restaurant” and kept saying “Lesbian Brazilian Restaurant.” Whatever. Got to meet Carolyn’s cousin who travelled to Portland for some reason I can’t imagine. Just likes traveling I guess. I like traveling, too, but for me it seems like that just means I’m watching TV in a different time zone. Same shows, different time. Oh, well.

Was it the sushi? Was it the gin and tonics? Or was it that I was at the GENTLEMEN’S CLUB tonight?

I was told by a female acquaintance that the gentlemen’s clubs are tame compared to the WOMEN’S CLUB. Men are required to sit quietly. Women, on the other hand, are are allowed to be a little wilder. Or so I hear. The only club I’ve been to with men stripping had men watching and were more tame. Er, I mean, I HEARD that the clubs with men stripping and men watching were more tame. Heh.

Anyway, I don’t remember exactly what my point was and I’ve destroyed my cell phone again. It won’t ring. I guess it’s time to see if I can restore the silly thing.