Mel

I’m fine. I’ll just dance it off.

I didn’t want to go out Saturday night. I got the call around 7:45, just as I’m browning meat for Home-Alone-Taco-Night. I’m in the shower by 8… and I get home somewhere around 5am. Just a mild night out: I end up on some random party bus at McCarthy’s in Lakewood — McC’s was TOO mild! And the band sucked… and I ran into Cinci boy’s friends. After a...

Mel

There’s a place called “For Hookers Only.” It’s a place for fishermen.

I bought an iPod! I know, I’m probably the last person on earth to exclaim those words, but I digress… I was going to wait for potential surprise birthday present, but decided I would gift myself. I really wanted the shuffle — which is what I bought. It’s smaller than Orbit gum. My life is mainly in shuffle mode anyways, so it’s a perfect fit. I purchased through (what I...

Mel

What do you MEAN you didn’t go out all week?

Yes, it’s Friday, and I didn’t go out tonight. I didn’t go out last night either. I probably won’t even go out Saturday… okay, I might. Instead, I hopped around iTunes (well, that was AFTER scrubbing my kitchen, endlessly searching for last-minute tickets less than $200 to Vegas for Saturday morning/afternoon/whenever, changing around my living room furniture, and realizing...

Mel

It’s like he knew…

Perfect timing when I started feeling sorry for myself because Cinci didn’t call to verify plans for the weekend, apparently for something I did (not) do, Philly Steak calls. He has exciting news to share and he calls me. It’s a wonderful place to be. I remember how easy and natural it is with him — and yet how far he is.

Mel

“I don’t know what a hillbilly is, but I know I am one”

After work yesterday, had some spare time to catch Homemade Hillbilly Jam at the Cleveland International Film Festival (in its 30th year) at Tower City Cinemas. Heartfelt documentary from German director Rick Minnich about the shared musical interest in modern-day Ozark “hillbilly” families. There are classic one-liners in this film — from the opening, laughter filled the theater....

Mel

I know Pat, and he’s certainly no saint!

Tried my best to get out of bed prior to 6am. It was a bit difficult with pre-gaming the night before at Malloy’s/Crazy Rita’s/McCarthy’s AND having such a nice warm bed on this particularly chilly Friday. We made it to the bus stop for the 49 flyer at 7:48am. We were on a receiving end of strange exchange of looks by the other riders attempting to enjoy the start to their Friday work...

Mel

And it’s not even Christmas

The only word to come close to describe the feeling: beaming … and it was as easy as one text message: One more night are you as excited as me If only there were deeded rooftops or mountaintops nearby, I would be screaming an endless, echo-y yes! But instead, I’ll shy my blushing face away from… er, myself (alone in my own place and I’m embarrassing myself!) and steadily increasing...

Mel

Can’t date a girl that gets drunker than me!

Had a mildly low-key Friday night. I cancelled my date, but for my one-and-only Mr. Big Pants. He tore his ACL and being that I only have partial-visitation-rights custody, drove out to present him with some cookies (he loves the doggie-friendly fake-choco flavored ones!) and a stuffed corn-on-the-cob (it squeeks!). We should find out next week if he needs surgery to repair. So, I got to hang with the dog...

Mel

My palms get sweaty, my knees get weak

Yes, I’m “dating”… I just haven’t been talking about it. I had three dates with the old roommate which turned out very nicely. And by that, I mean, I want to go out with him again. Date #1: Happy hour at the Winking Lizard Date #2: Dinner at Johnny Mangos Date #3: Dinner/yummy strawberry dessert at La Dolce Vita Date #4: was supposed to be DVD night — but I was so run...

Mel

Excuse me while I do another face-plant

I fell. Again. This time while completely sober. In front of three entering cars (full-o-passengers), two 20-something hottie valets, and a brash parking attendant. I attempted crossing the Frankfort alley in the Warehouse District from one lot to the next, hurdling over a single-chain entry. Well, as one boot went over, the foot-not-so-firmly-on-the-ground slid on ice and I tripped over the chain. If I...

Mel

My LLL* don’t work for beads!

I dug into the costume box to supply my friends with our own beads, so no one was needlessly aiming breast-eses at shady men. Yeah, so I have Mardi Gras beads from 2000… and? So what if half my friends weren’t even old enough to drink then. We hung locally at Around the Corner in Lakewood for our monthly-ritual-night-with-2 Skinny Dorks (read: $5 pitchers and something-cent wing specials)....