Peeps, my birthday was the other day. I did a bunch of cool stuff, but the coolest part was when I went to this restaurant with about 20 friends to party. I won’t divulge the name of the restaurant, but I will say this: it’s on International Drive, there is belly dancing, fire breathing, and table dancing. It’s an absolutely terrific place Links Of London Jewelry Canadato have a birthday party.
Happy Friday everyone! Things are going great here, though it’s finally starting to get hot (ugh). The semester ended, graduation’s past, the office is super quiet during the summer, and I am getting ready to go to London with Jake. Awesome!
I have also discovered that once you are 1) in your late 20s/early 30s, and 2) not in graduate school anymore, it apparently takes two years before you can build up a solid and varied social network in a new city. Well, the landmark has been reached, people! I can meet up with people pretty much any night I am interested in going out, now – which is sort of ironic because Jake and I are now really not as social as we used to be. We still enjoy going out with other people, but not nearly with the frequency we used to. Even if we are going to a bar, restaurant, club, what have you, we’d rather just be with each other than with tons of other people. Have others experienced this? Continued
You’re going to love this. I had a really wacky night of dates recently that completely went off the rails. Here’s the setup: I had been talking with this hot chick on Facebook that I went out with a few times last year…I blogged about it in my Keeping It Real post. I hadn’t seen nor talked to her since that date until recently when I ran into her while running. From there, we chitchatted over FB and I heated things up to the point where she agreed to meet for drinks and catch up. This chick was my type, an athlete, blonde, a little crazy, etc etc.
I picked up this mediocre looking chick at a bar recently (pic on the left is NOT her). I haven’t done bar pickups in months because I have a new girlfriend, but I was with my wing Lilly and we both needed the practice so there we were.
My opening line to the set: “You two look interesting.” Easy hook from there. I had a phone number and an invite to tour her facility (she works in an art space) within 15 minutes.
I have since met up with this chick, who I’ll call Anna, three times since the PU. The first time we had lunch and that was super duper boring. She talked a mile-a-minute and I couldn’t get a word in edge-wise, which combined with the setting meant I couldn’t generate any attraction. I dipped out of lunch quickly and figured I’d never see the chick again.
The second time I engineered a meetup that same night at a bar. She left her dinner party from across town and met me. We shot pool, danced a little, and had a pretty good time. Minimal talking. We made out at the bar and I took her to my house. We made out on my couch for about an hour. She was a lousy kisser. Because of this, I opted not to push for the lay and I sent her packing at 4:00 am. Plus, she talked too much.
Last night I decided to create a surprise for Jake when he got home. It was all inspired by these fancy cupcakes that were on sale at Fry’s. I don’t eat sweets, but Jake loves them, so I got him a layered, frosted, cream-filled German chocolate piece of deliciousness.
Sunday, he’d taken some wild turbot fillets out of the freezer. I am always leery when he does this, as he has a hectic schedule and doesn’t cook very often (and I am also sort of opposed to eating fish at home and don’t like that he even buys it). But by Tuesday, it was clear: cook the fish tonight or it was going to go bad.
So I used a citrus rub that he’d bought recently, some olive oil, and some fresh lemons to create a marinade. I broiled it for 5 minutes a side and then put it on a bed of quinoa flavored with shallots, garlic, and leeks as well as a “chicken” vegan bouillon, and served it with what is probably the last of this season’s fresh corn on the cob.
Got drunk as a skunk on Friday night, accidentally slept with my ex-girlfriend (oopsie!). She dropped her iPhone in the toilet. Twice. Now it’s sitting in a bowl of rice, not working.