Friday Night Bites

I've decided to steal from Rhi and post an overview for next week, cause really ... I got nothing right now.

• Last night my Mom and I went to Toro Bravo. Yu-hum. And the ambiance is beautiful. Get the Toro Manhattan for a cocktail. Then the Sangria, grilled dates, Oregon strawberries, and melt-in-your-mouth Drunken Pork with Giant White Beans. OMG. I thought I was in heaven.
• This morning my Mom and I went to the Sex and the City movie. The critics are blasphemous! The movie was good. It could be I thought so highly o f it because I started watching this show when I was 19 and immediately fell in love with Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. But still, I was crying, gasping and laughing for the entire two hours. (And the clothes, accessories and SHOES were amazing!) And, I love Jennifer Hudson, she's the best!
• I discovered a movie on Lifetime tonight, Normal Adolescent Behavior, that is appalling, scary and lovely at the same time.
• Since I got paid today, and in honor of the SATC movie, I went shoe shopping online and bought two pairs. What do you think? Here's Pair #1 and Pair #2.
• I called an made an appt. today for a facial at Kanani Pearl Spa. Read here about the Kanani Pearl Signature Facial. Doesn't that sound enlightening? (And just for the record ... I normally would never pay that much for a facial, but I received it as a gift from a special friend and I'm WAY excited about the pampering that will be on.)
• Tuesday I'll be dining with my two most talented and fabulous mentor friends, Monica and Melissa. I'm salivating over the advice I'll glean and the conversation I get to participate in. YAY!
• Rhi and I are trying to figure out some time this week to squeeze in bowling and wings. Apparently I'm craving beer and wayward behavior. What's next? NASCAR? Yikes!
• It's my friend, Jeremy's birthday. I think it's a surprise party put on by his finance, Sara, so don't say anything! If you want to know where I'll be tomorrow night--- see you at Mint! I'll be the girl drunkenly singing, "May you live a thousand years, may you drink a thousand beers . . . get plastered you BAD BOY, happy birthday to you!"
• Wednesday I'll be in a private event room at a posh eatery in SW from 4pm until 9pm. My company is hosting a Women's Event on (paraphrasing here!) working/handling/dealing with "Difficult People." This is ironic because the nationally recognized famous speaker who we've hired speak at this event is difficult to deal with. Frustrating and funny at the same time.
• I gave myself THE CUTEST pedicure and matching manicure. How can you go wrong with the color: I'm India Mood For Love?
• Tomorrow morning I'm going swimming in my Aunt J's pool. It's heated and in a pool house. Lucky me.
• I spoke with Nordy today and fun news ensued. He bought a new SUV and had a hilarious story about the STP concert in Columbus, OH that him and his buddies attended. It started normally and ended up with 30 packs and jumping over barbed-wire fences (um, yes, we're actually in our twenties, not 17, so I don't know what to say), and 2 girls and 1 Madame from an escort service. Yep, that good. He'd kill me if I spilled on this blog. So I can't go any further.
• On Thursday my aunt and I are hosting a Drinks, Dinner and Dialogue event with 5 special women that we love. In case you want to stalk 7 beautiful women, we'll be at Lucca. Please feel free to stalk us if you're single, handsome and free of "issues." (Basically it's just an excuse to drink well-made cocktails, eat authentic Italian food, all the while gossiping with our favorite friends.) Sounds fun, huh. Don't you wish you were invited?!!!

That's it. Going to bed. Have a good weekend!

On the side: Ash Unabashed's Red Bliss Potato Salad

Potato Love: A picture of my delectable dinner tonight. Yum, yim, yum!

I got home from work a tab bit late tonight (around 7pm). I had been planning to make my famous Red Bliss Potato Salad, but was so tired ... so I told myself, "Buck up!" I had just gone to the grocery store yesterday and bought my little menagerie of fresh ingredients and wanted to create my masterpiece while everything was crisp and new ... and while I was still craving the mouthwatering combination of Danish bleu cheese, bacon, potatoes, chives and secret ingredients!

By the time I sat down to dinner tonight it was 9pm, but it didn't matter because I was in heaven! I made extra for lunch tomorrow too. Lucky me.

I recently re-read the one of my favorite books, Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant. It reminded me that instead of returning home, plopping myself down and eating a bowl of cereal and Ben & Jerry's frozen yogurt, I need to remember how much pleasure I get from making something I love to eat. Even if it's just one weird item. Or roasted asparagus with a Dijon vinaigrette. Or tequila-grilled shrimp with spicy rice and cayenne pepper mango slices. Or ... my famous Red Bliss Potato Salad. It doesn't need to be an entire meal (i.e. protein, carb, sugar, etc.) to derive enjoyment or fulfill me with satisfaction and validation. Does that sound crazy? Validation from a potato???Actually, it has more to do with acceptance, gratification and relishing what is important to you!

What's your favorite meal to make when you're eating solo and cooking for yourself? Tell me, what does your mouth love?

Generation X vs. Generation Y (Seriously? Is there even a fight? Umm, we have iPods, the internet and gourmet happy hours. We win.)

I'm sure you all heard about the story of Kevin Colvin a few months ago? If not, quick recap--- Kevin was a twenty-something Gen Y'er who worked at a bank, wrote his boss an email declaring a family emergency and stating he must return home, and lo and behold, his lame boss trolls the internet (and more specifically his Facebook page), finds pictures of him partying in Fairy suit at a Halloween party instead of mourning the "family emergency" and writes a response to his email, attaching the incriminating pic, adding the text, "Cool wand.", and then BCC's the entire company. What an asshat. I remember telling one of my friends about this a couple months back and he said, "What a loser," and I responded in harmony with, "I know! He sounds like Bitter Boss, how lame of him to stalk his Facebook page." Silence. Then my friend said, "I was talking about the kid who lied, ditched work to party, and wore a fucking fairy costume." Oops. Need I mention this "friend" is a guy, and about 6 years older than me? Touche.

Back to the reason of this post! A Generation Xer, Robert Lanham (ugh, even his name sounds old! It doesn't hold a light to Generation Y names like, Ryan, Justin & Drew), responded to this expose' with a funny (although somewhat whiny, bitter and pathetic) article about the unsung virtues of Generation X, and how Generation Y is overly entitled, spoiled, coddled . . . and they basically suck. I'll admit, some of his words ring true, but the writing seems more targeted at the Baby Boomers who didn't give Generation X their due, less about why Generation Y doesn't deserve the praise their receiving, and reads a lot like good 'ole green-eyed jealousy. Read the article here.

The only reason I knew about the aforementioned article is because I was doing my due diligence on Radar (one of my favorite sarcastic websites) and came across this article by Alex Pareene. Hello? Rhi? Are you out there? Just so you know ... I have a new hero and new add to my Do Boy List. I HEART ALEX PAREENE! He totally whipped Robert's asshat article with biting honesty, cheekiness and best of all ... brand new, one-liner ironic statements that are usually reserved for trendy tshirts modeled by celebutards in Hollywood. Classic.

My favorite quote from Alex Pareene's article. (This pretty much sums up everything.)

I'm sorry Time made fun of your generation. But, guys, it's Time. Don't worry
about it—we Millennials made it irrelevant. We're killing print! You think we
want Morley Safer calling us the Next Greatest Generation? We don't know who
Morley Safer is!

(And just so you all know . . . . I'm Generation Y. Does that kill you!)

Crafts, cupcakes and me

I've been a good little dew and haven't spent money on things I don't need. But after not being able to sleep early this morning and perusing all sorts of crafty websites, I must admit, I'm tempted. See below:

Ivey Handcrafted ::: Ivey Handcrafted is from Chattanooga, TN and has darling felted items, like custom baby blankets, petite leaf hair clips and personalized onesies. She's basically sold-out of everything, so I'm waiting in anticipation for her to restock those brooches and barrettes. Happy days for my pocketbook, sad times for my coat and hair.

Chet and Dot ::: Chet and Dot are LOCAL! They are Portland, Oregon greols and so-so-so indescribably cute. Every new baby that comes along will be receiving either a Flannel Cupcake Zip-up or a Sleepy Bunny Plush to match the Fuzzy Bunny Booties from Rhi In Pink.

While I'm waiting for Michelle and our Bend adventure to begin, I think I'll whip up some chocolate cupcakes with white frosting. It's that kind of day. I'm very excited for Death Cab and The Decemberists, but I'm also excited to come home and "nest." I have the overwhelming urge to stay home, color-code my closet, make Smash's Famous Macaroni & Cheese, write cute letters to friends, embroider, mop my floors, organize my make-up and watch Lifetime while re-reading Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. Yipee! I just realized I have an extra day to do it all! :)

Wish me luck over those mountains! I'm happy for my fun weekend to begin! xoxo

You're invited!

Rhi and I are attending this in honor of my birthday in a few weeks! Are you coming ... ???

If you'd like to join the cutest girls in town, RSVP here: http://eroi5.com/

Jennsylvania here I come!

Tonight two funs things are happening to me this evening. I'm meeting Rhi for HH at Ten 01 in the Pearl, and then we're walking over to Powell's for a reading by author, Jen Lancaster, who's written Bright Lights, Big Ass and (my favorite!) Bitter Is the New Black. She is on a book tour for her new read, Such a Pretty Fat. I'm very excited. I'm not sure if I'm more excited to eat Ten 01's cheeseburger sliders and truffle fries, or to actually see Jen and listen to her read. I'm funny about readings. I'm a die-hard Wordstock fan, but I'm hinky about listening to authors read their own work. I know it's supposed to be a big deal to hear them read because you're truly hearing their character voice and how they envision the work to read in their head, but sometimes it's a real turnoff. Probably because I don't want to know how it comes across in their head, I want to make sense in mine. Still excited. Yay- I get to see an author. If it was Steve Almond I'd be going bullshit right now. Seriously. I want to marry that guy and have millions of his babies, all deep, instense and with a dark sense of humor.

I was gone at the beach from Friday to Monday morning. I had cell coverage for about 1 minute on Saturday ... and then nothing. It was actually nice to get away from being so connected.

What did you this weekend? I bet Woolly enjoyed his Canadian holiday! We have an American holiday this upcoming Monday, Memorial Day. It was established as a war veteran holiday, but I bet if you asked 5 highschoolers why we take this holiday they'd say it was to BBQ. That's what Memorial Day weekend is known for: BBQing. And it celebrates the begining of summer. I have no idea what remembering veterans and BBQing have in common, but I'll be in Bend listening to the music of Death Cab and The Decemberists. What will you be doing? BBQing?

Nighttime at North 45

At the end of my dashing from Albany to Portland, I found time last night to meet up with Tarot Boy at North 45 and we noshed on Stout-infused mussels, pomme frites and Belgian beer. (Then on to vodka crans for me!) Our time was fine, but something was missing. I'm not sure what it was . . . but I could tell and I'm pretty sure he could too. Maybe it was the conversation? Or lack of goofiness that was evident on our previous date? Or simply bad lighting?!?!?!? Frankly, I don't care. It was "ok" fun and I'm happy I went but I don't think he'll call again and even if he did I probably wouldn't go out with him because I get that "friend" vibe and I don't want to travel down that road again right now.

On a brighter note, I'm very excited for summer and all things girly and fun. Like Rhi's gala this weekend and Blondie's new, self-imposed label, YSB! In honor of summer, and because I'm a Summer Baby (as The Mom has always called me), I'm making a New Summer Resolution. (And I'm also trying to be thrifty because I want to buy a house next year and can't find anything less than 300k that is remotely inhabitable.)

New Summer Resolution List

• Saving $ by not going to more than 2 Happy Hours a week
• Saving $ by not eating out more than 2 times a week
• Getting healthier by talking walks in the evening
• Saving $ by extending Maytripping Month to all Summer months (i.e. not spending $ on things I don't ABSOLUTELY need) Btw- I'm buying a new pair of sunglasses this weekend because I accidentally broke mine, but I ABSOLUTELY need a new pair.
• Getting healthier by listening to my intuition and visiting my new Life Coach, the amazing Susan, in NW
• Getting healthier by spending more time with my girlfriends and myself
• Getting rid of bad relationships/habits/attitudes (dudes who don't care about me and only care what I can do for THEM, unhealthy friendships with girls who cuss me out when I can't attend their destination wedding, and so on ...)
• Watching more movies- I just threw this one in there because I have a list of 30 movies I want to see, but probably never will

Also, I have an idea. Actually I stole a version of it from person's website! GUEST BLOGGING! But I want to do mine with a CD. Explanation: I'll make a mixed CD (soooooooooooo reminiscent of high school!), send it you, you write a review about the CD (Or just about how great and fabulous you think I am) and then I'll post it on my blog. Rhi is first, but who will be 2nd? Or 3rd? OR EVEN 4th? Whoever is in. . . email me! We'll set it up! Can't wait!!!

McHottie Tarot Boy

He called.

I’m over the moon. Yes, folks, he called back for a 2nd run at Ash Unabashed. He wanted to know if I could get together tomorrow night or Friday night, but alas, I have plans with Michelle on Thursday (you simply cannot cancel an anxiously awaited Girl’s Happy Hour), and on Friday I’m off to Albany for Mother’s Day Weekend. I told him I’d be home on Sunday and we could get together then . . . (said musically with a slight lilt of flirtation in my voice and hope in my words)?!?!?!?!? He said he was going back to his parents house in Washington on Saturday and took the day off on Monday, but he'd be back on Monday night, so maybe next Tuesday? I said, "Yes." (At an alarmingly fast rate--- I hope that didn't sound desperate).

I'm so happy about this progression. I love looking forward to things. Anything really, but especially new friends and new boys. It's the absolute best to expect the unexpected and have butterflies of anticipation for days. I can't help it- I'm grinning like a fool.

This turn of events couldn't have come at a better time, because there's a little relational demise going on in another relationship . . . and how does the old adage go? . . . . "The quickest way to get over one guy is to find another!" Looks like I've found boy #2.

Is everyone ready for Mother's Day? I am . . . almost. I don't have my cards yet, but I did order an assortment of potting flowers for my mother. I'm picking them up on the way out of town and on Saturday we're going to plant them together in all the pots on her large cherrywood deck off the back of the house. After Happy Hour with Michelle tonight I'm going to get the Mother's Day cards, and I may, just maybe treat myself to a movie! Does anyone else do that? I think I've gone to see a movie by myself once . . . and I don't know why I haven't done it more. It makes more sense to see a movie alone than it does with someone else- so I don't know why I've never really done it. There's a cheesy romantic comedy that I want to see, so I thought this morning, "Why not?!!!" Wish me luck!

Also, I have a very close guy friend who came out of nowhere this past week and has been giving me the best advice of my life! He's been checking in on me. (People, I needed to be checked-in on . . . I think he started to get worried when he said, "Keep on trucking buddy, when God closes a door, he always opens a window." And I responded with, "Yah, so you have something to jump out of." Yep, my week has been a little rough.) I thought the first two phone calls were a fluke, but he called me again last night and it was amazing how reassured I felt after we hung up. Attention and affection are not his strong suits so it's pretty amazing that I've heard from him 3 times already this week. Sometimes we go for a week or longer without talking. I hope he knows how much I appreciate his support and advice. He's right .. . . he usually does know what's best for me! (Because most of the time I certainly don't!)

P.S.

Still haven't heard from Tarot Boy. (((Me: wishing people didn't have to play games like the 3-day-waiting-rule.))) Also, I wish it would be ok, if you think someone is cool, to just call them the next day and say, "I had so much fun with you Friday night. Let's get together for coffee and sex. Does that sound good to you?"

More annoyed

Today did not start well for me. I was cozily snuggled down in my bed having a dream about Reggie Bush (minus anything whatsoever having to do with Kim Kardashian), when someone knocked on my door. It woke me up and then startled me. IT'S 7:08 ON A SUNDAY MORNING PEOPLE! I was so excited about sleeping in today because yesterday morning I was awoken at 6:30am by my upstairs neighbor's children running amok. I sat up in bed and froze, listening intently for the knocking again. "Knock, knock, knock." Amazed at what I was hearing, I jumped up and and locked myself in the bathroom. (Way to take on the bad guys Ash!) Then . . . . silence. I came out of the bathroom, rounded the corner, peeked out the side of my front window and then . . . . unlocked, and cracked the door open, tea kettle in my hand so I could smack someone upside the head if needed. And guess who it was . .. . NO ONE. This perplexes me and bothers me at the same time. What knucklehead would come to my apartment at 7am, and what the hell could be so important they couldn't call first??? Since I've been hanging out with, and speaking to boys A LOT recently, I realize there are many things that make NO SENSE WHATSOEVER, so you shouldn't stand around wondering, "What the hell just happened," you should act like a dude and think, "Oh well . .. . hmmm . . . that cold pizza sounds good . . . . . I wonder if there's a hockey recap on ESPN . . . . I bet that girl I met last night with the huge boobs would have sex with me." Do you get my point?
Moving on . . .

List of action-items to get started on early today:

1. Finish Nordy's thank you card
2. Re-vamp budget (This is a blog post in the making---- I've actually given myself my a very strict budget to abide by this month---- not much room for even happy hours, let alone shows, dinners out, movies, new clothes and shoes and music. I can do it for one month, right!?!?!?!)
3. Clean and scrub bathroom
4. Clean out refrigerator (Sadly, this hasn't been done in 3 weeks. My mom would be disgusted.)
5. Weekly sheet washing
6. Vacuum apartment (Lug vacuum back OUT of Jeep. See post below for my pissiness about this.)
7. Change purses. (I actually need to swap out my Winter purse collection for my Spring purse collection.)
8. Unpack final and last box from move. (Let's just remember that I've been living here since November 2007. I think I still have delusions that if I keep that one box packed then I everything in my life actually didn't fall apart the way I thought it did 6 months ago.
9. Pay bills. (Luckily for me, I do almost all my bills as auto-payment and all I have to do double check my online account once a month, record payment in my register and I'm set. This is extremely helpful now that U.S. postage has skyrocketed to 49cents per regular size letter. For those of you who aren't aware, this is the same price as a SKOR bar. "Hmmm, I could buy my favorite candy bar or mail my gas bill." (Yep- this is actually how my mind works.)
10. Re-organize closet. (I've been meaning to do this for awhile now. I think I'm up to 80 pairs of shoes, most of which I haven't worn in a loooooong time, and I can hardly stuff my laundered clothes into my closet anymore, not to mention there' s never enough hangers, so it sounds like it's time for a trip to Goodwill!)

Did you see "dusting" on my list. Of course not! I hate dusting. I do break down once a month and quickly Swiffer all surface tops, but I'm sure it wouldn't be up to Zo standards.

Also, I'd like to watch a Lifetime move and bake bread today.

Apparently I must be going because it looks as if I have many things on my "to-do" list today!

He's fun, but he KNOWS he's fun.

Once upon a time there was a girl . . . let's call her Lambchop, LC for short. LC had many friends. She loved her friends and always tried to accommodate, help and love them as best she could. One weekend she volunteered to help one of her friends clean his basement. LC thought it would be a fun home project and saw her friend needed help in organizing his house for a future tenant. Let's call him Asshat.

When Asshat had called earlier that morning and requested LC bring her vacuum over, she didn't even bat an eyelash. She simply lugged and loaded.

LC was expecting a fun dinner and possibly going out to see a movie after a day of basement cleaning because Asshat had pinkie-promised her earlier in the week he would go to a movie with her after their day of cleaning, hauling, organizing and dumping HIS SHIT. However, Asshat rudely informed LC that he already had plans for the night, and not only did he not invite her, he paraded around in various outfits while she hauled boxes of his ex's shit outside for him. LC was starting to get annoyed. And not even annoyed at his appalling behavior and misplaced manners, but more annoyed at his ego and conceit, and complete lack of respect for our heroine, Lambchop.

(The story gets better folks.)

And to add injury to insult, after working with him for several hours and being ordered around, LC was hungry, and hoping to wind down and maybe get some yummy Chinese takeout. However, Asshat gave LC two choices: Burgerville or Pizza. (Yes really. Uh-huh, I'm serious. Really.)

After LC cleaned up their Burgerville meal and fetched her jacket, purse, and Cosmo magazine she told Asshat she was leaving, and he responded by saying, "I thought we were going to work more." LC gave in, took off her jacket, put down her purse and headed back downstairs as Asshat requested she move more boxes outside. As LC moved about 10 boxes up and down the stairs and outside, Asshat changed clothes 3 times, as mentioned above. By the time Asshat was done with his fashion show, LC had moved all the boxes outside. (As I re-read this, Lambchop sounds more and more like a fucking chump.)

The worst part of this story is that LC took it. She let him insult her in the worst way possible and did not stand up for herself. Lambchop decided to leave on the premise that, "Everything is fine." Even when both Asshat and Lambchop knew she was upset. Another "worst part" . . . he let her leave, and is probably enjoying his night and not giving it two thoughts, while Lambchop is bitterly typing away.

It dawned on LC that after two weeks of being taken advantage of, she really was, . . . pissed. (Travel back in time a week and Asshat ditched LC and one of her favoritest friends, Rhi in Pink to hit on 21 year old sluts.) Lambchop had gotten so comfortable with Asshat she had let her guard down and put him on a pedestal, and he had gone right ahead and taken advantage of that. A very savvy girl once told Lambchop about Asshat, "Be careful. He's fun, but he knows he's fun." LC had forgotten that warning, but after tonight . . . . she is very aware.

The return of the tin man

I was just catching up on Blondie's blog, and came across her "Post-It" posting! It reminded me of one of our Associate's workstation a couple weeks ago. Rumor has it it was a bunch of oompa-loompa's . . . . his Blackberry and even his recycle bin got it too! (Try not to think of how much aluminum was wasted, and instead picture all the emotions that flashed over his face when he opened his office door!)

Details of Date Night

I reluctantly agreed to go on a blind date tonight (set up by my eyebrow waxer) and was pleasantly surprised! I just got home and actually had a incredibly fun time.

We started out the evening meeting at Kalga Kafe (they lose one point for the annoying alliterative use) having a cocktail . . . umm, you all know me, I'll be honest, it was actually two. I've never been to Kalga before and it was awesome. I didn't realize it was a vegetarian/vegan spot, but once you get inside it's really cozy--- dark red walls and lots of candles and windows. The bar is really cute too. The drinks were awesome, very creative and tasty and we ordered the samosas and they were phenom. I want to come back and try some of their other dishes too. I love, love, love the falafel at Madena in the Pearl, but Kalga's falafel looks mighty tasty--- we might have a strong contender for Portland's Best Fafafel.

After Kalga I was feeling a baby bit tipsy, slightly silly and alotta giggly. Best part---- I was making him CRACK UP. Ladies and gentlemen . . . this is when he wooed me. He made appointments for us to get our tarots read! OMG- it was so amazing. Jadiza was our prophetic medium and told me great things like:

• I'm at a major crossroads in a influential relationship in my life
• I let fear guide my decisions too much, and I put too much passionate energy into situations that I know will not work out the way I want them to
• I have a ultimatums I need to deal with in my life
• I often don't do anything and let problems or issues sit for awhile because I don't like dealing with them
• I need to learn to trust my intuition more
• THE BEST PART- I chose a very rare card for the "Outside Influences" position. It signified karmaic balance in external forces around me. J told me that this is a great opportunity for me and a somewhat precious one. There is all this balanced, positive energy around me and I need to recognize it and use it. It's there for my benefit, but I tend not to notice (or probably simply ignore it) and haven't been taking advantage of it. It's adundant and I should be using this "karmic balance" to empower myself and strength my inner self.

Whoo-hooo! The news was good. I just have to figure out what crossroads I'm at and make the right decision!
After our readings we headed out to Pambiche for dinner. It was the perfect atmosphere after the somber and earthy tarot shop- bright, loud, crowded and fun. We put our names on the list and waited outside by the heaters while sipping a glass of sangria. He told me about his childhood in Monroe, Washington. Sounded idyllic and similar to mine- doting mom, close siblings and crazy family drama at times. We finally got a table outside and ordered Cuban sandwiches and more sangria. We talked more about his job (Research Analyst for Wachovia) and my utter lack of understanding at what he does. I actually said, "Umm, I don't know what that means." I think most guys would probably think, "I thought you were smart!" But he tried to patiently explain it and smiled. And then he turned to me and said quixotically, "How do you market a law firm? Now it's my turn to be confused." (LOVE HIM!) After our dinner was finished he insisted on dessert because he has a sweet tooth. At this time I was partially drunk, and wanted to pull the whole, "I'll give you something for your sweet tooth!" But Polite & Polished Ash raised her heckles and reminded Tipsy, Flirty, Sexually-Frustrated Ash to behave herself. Then I panicked. [Note to webfriends: You might not know this about me, but I have a rule about sharing desserts with boys. My rule is: I won't. I have this weird issue with sharing dessert. The only way I'll share dessert with a male is if I'm related to him (i.e. my dad or cousin) or if he's unequivocally at boyfriend status. Here's my thing about this practice: dessert is a very intimate dish and I don't share that with "just friends" or boys I don't know. I take it very seriously. I'm serious. I'm weird about this. It feels awkward to share something so sensual and evocative with just anyone. I kind of equate dessert with orgasms . . . and I'm not gonig to come with just anyone. Get it? Now you understand why I was panicking!] I feigned an aversion to all things lemony (this is a half-truth, I acutally hate lemon mereinge pie), and ordered an espresso instead.

After dinner we walked a few blocks north to Laurelthirst Pub, grabbed a table and listened to the funk sounds of a mature gentleman named, Baby Gramps. (I'm being facetious.) But this guy is pretty incredible. He plays crazy-ass instruments like washboards and homemade xylophones. Apparently he was also featured on one of the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtracks. That seems to reflect his personality: an old pirate with funny stories who has lived a hard and fast life. The pub was cozy and me and the boy sat close. Things were certainly heating up between us--- at least I thought they were! Around 11pm I decided I needed to head home before I got hopped up and started making bad decsions. He walked me to my car and gave me a hug and then >>>>>>>> whoops >>>>>>>> I didn't know if he was going to kiss me and I thought he might, but then . . . the moment was there and then . . . . gone . . . and nothing. But then . . . he leaned back in . . . AND GAVE ME ANOTHER HUG. Hmmmm, perplexing behavior. This doesn't bode well for me. It seems to me, in my experiences and the experiences of my friends, guys know what they want and most go after it. Meaning, if you're friends with a dude, chances are, he just wants to be friends. If he wanted more he'd act on it. This is bad news for Ash. No offense to all the great guys out there ,.. . . . but I need another guy friend just like I need another hole in the head. I need to get laid, and I WANT a boyfriend. I've got plenty of buddies who I can hang out with and listen to their asshat-ness and creepy reviews of every pair of female boobs between the age of 16-50.

After that uncomfortable and gauche (at least on my side) exchange (of course, he didn't seem to notice anything amiss!) I hopped inside my car and down the hill I went, back to my apartment sweet apartment. In retrospect, it was a fun night. I actually enjoyed the boy and I honestly think he had fun too. It might not have been a love connection on his part but we still had a pleasant night and lots of smiles. This is the part where I'm supposed to say, "Even if we're not a match, I've just made a new friend." If you're still delusional enough to think I'll revert to that, please see the bottom half of the above paragraph and remember my aforementioned hostility towards new boys who only want to be friends. Yep, you got it- not going to happen. So I won't even pretend that I'm going to be friends with him. About the time he calls me to ask if I want to grab a beer, watch the game and give him girl advice (meaning a girl other than me), he's officially on the Homie Hit List. Let's stay positive and pray for Ash that he'll call by Monday and ask her out for a mid-week happy hour at a swank place like, Bluehour or the VQ. PRAY HARD PEOPLE- I LIKE THIS GUY!

By the way, one of those amazing things happened this morning when I woke up. My tooth was still hurting, but by the time I got out of the shower the pain was barely discernible and then . . . magic . . . I had one of the best hair and make-up days of my life. And it wasn't just me who noticed. When I got on the elevator in my building this morning, McLawyer said, "You look good this morning, and you smell good too." WHAT?!?!?!!? I was totally stunned. Then when I got to my office Kristen was like, "You look great this morning! Your hair is so beautiful ((((more gushing about my pretty hair))). Did you have sex last night? You look . . . satisfied." So see, it was one of those miraculous days!

Are my blog friends wondering why I didn't make mention of this date before now? Don't feel jealous--- just confirm with Rhi--- I didn't tell ANYONE about it! I was expecting the worse and didn't want to have share the horror story when it was complete. This might be a good formula . . . note to self: track ROI on dating methodology.

All in all, this was a very positive experience, but I'm not going to get my hopes up because of that weird double-hug thing. Do you know what I'm talking about?!?!?!?!!!! Speaking of, what was your best blind date? Have you even had a good blind date? If not, gimme your worst blind date story! I really haven't gone on many blind dates; just in the last year did I branch out to this. My last one was terrible, but apparently my luck is changing . . . here's to karmic balances!