Mel

Cleveland Rocks

Busy Busy Busy! You have to love the holidays. I’ve been keeping active around town with my sister home from Phoenix. I did a quick night out on W. 6th Friday night with trips to my new fave hangout: Dive Bar, and the old tried-and-true and cover band to boot, Blind Pig. Tramp still has some party legs as well. I hope the club traffic keeps up throughout the winter. Saturday night was an excursion...

Mel

Brightly water-colored Christmas memories…

I’m Christmas shopping at the mall today with my dad. I walk into the department store where “it” happened almost eight years ago. Eight years earlier I bumped into HSS with someone else. He was showing her what he wanted for Christmas. Just as he did with me a week earlier. The memories came flowing back; it almost took my breath away. All the things I wanted to scream, to just...

Mel

The Waiting Game

Something I never understood about dating: the wait. The wait to see if he will call. The wait to see if he will reply to your email. The wait to see if he shows up. The wait for the fucking ring… Jesus Christ! Why can’t a man show some enthusiasm every once in a while instead of having to follow through on some stupid “rule?” I hope men realize that when you keep a lady waiting, she...

Mel

Friday Night Wrap-Up

Residence Inn…Deanna from Chicago…Fat Fish Blue…Spy Bar…LeBron James…Dive Bar……Tramp charges $5.00 twenty minutes before close…fun yellow cab…lost gloves Weekend…Done… Sounds like one of those Nextel Commercials. How was your Friday?

Mel

An Exit to Remember

Why is it while you are out for the night, looking good, feeling the vibe, trying to check out if you-know-who is checking out your you-know-what… and ALL NIGHT passes with no takers?  Then when you finally grab your coat with an “I’m outta here!” the cutie near the exit decides to start up a conversation with you. Where the FUCK has this person been all night? Is it that guys just...

Mel

Get In Line!

Every man at Dave & Buster’s thought the “Get In Line” T-shirt I was wore last night was just hilarious. Every pervert had to point out to me: “get in line for what?” Seriously. A sweet gesture from some gentleman across the bar, Paul made me a nice flower out of a napkin that  smelled like beer. Aaaawwww, right? I was the skeeball champ at Dave & Buster’s! I...