This past weekend was interesting in that I hung out with a lot of people that I have never spent time with one-on-one. I always find that really exciting. Last year I was fortunate to have this incredible wave of brand-new friendships. I met and/or grew close with so many people who make my life better and I enjoy trying to return the favor. I really want to jump back into that – if that’s something you can even decide. Yes please?
I finally met AWESOME EMILY and she is just as awesome and fun as expected. It is so easy to spill my guts to her. I terrified wowed her with my incredible sense of direction and downtown driving skills. Also geography in general. She told me a story about New Zealand and for some reason my brain went straight to the Norway/Finland area. I asked, “Do they speak a lot of English there?” Midwest smarts, represent.
Food of the Month: Fried Alligator. Yum. What a tummy boner! I had this for dinner on Sunday and I forgot how delicious it is. Fried Alligator is different than most foods of the month as I can’t eat it every other day, just crave it 24/7. I can only find it at Broadway Oyster Bar and it’s 10 bucks a pop, so it will have to be a rarity.*
Today I missed Pat and Dan terribly. It’s a dumb thing to share – especially since they don’t read this – but sometimes I can’t snap out of a funk unless I admit it first. So… hi? I think I am just going through dudefriend withdrawal in general. Most of my dudefriends are either exes or married now, and either way it’s not cool to call more than, oh, twice a year. I’d like to think I’m independent and all that jazz, but life just feels safer when dudes are around.
Tony told me I need a puppy. He’s so right on. Oh that reminds me, if any of you are in the market for a dog, my friend Heather is always trying to find homes for the CUTEST strays and constantly tugs at my heartstrings by emailing me puppy pictures. Send me your e-mail address and I’ll pass it along.
My dad came home from the hospital this weekend. Finally.
Unfortunately I have to miss Squidball tonight. Jen and I are going to see a sneak peak of Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist. I should be sick of Michael Cera moping around in hoodies, but I have the feeling it will cheer me up pretty good.
I’m so glad I don’t know squat about economics, haha. I’ll leave that grown-up problem for the more grown-uppy grown-ups.
This entry is probably atrocious, but I can’t tell because I didn’t sleep at all last night (for fun reasns, not the usual reasons). I’m fasting from beer, smokes and all things bad (besides fried gator), so I am hoping after a week of chugging water I’ll relax a litttle bit. Baby steps, babies.
*Please DON’T TELL ME if there is a closer location for good fried alligator. We do not need a repeat of June’s disgusting Crab Rangoon bender.
DAMMITDAMMIT Edited to Add: We’ll pretend I didn’t just remember the Cajun place two blocks away from my apartment. Sigh.
Tomorrow’s entry: “That October When I Got Really Fat From Fried Alligator.”