Mel

Word to Your Mouth-er

A friend, and by “friend” I mean my sister that doesn’t want this horribly embarrassing post written, went out with Date Hal (who’s nickname you’ll understand later), that had gross, puke-inducing, halitosis. She shrugged off the foul-mouthed suitor on date No. 1 hoping it was just a fluke of drinking too much coffee/soda at his workplace. Again, Date 2, she grew...

Mel

Yeah, your car is cool, but you’re still a loser.

It’s Friday… woo!I probably did something Thursday night too, but it’s all jumbled and hazy come… well, whatever fucking day it is. Is it Wednesday? Exactly. Started with C-bus pal in tow at the charity bartending event for Make-a-Wish, Friday at the Blind Pig. Our WWR/Camping guys came back into town. Just like a family reunion… including being COMPLETELY sick of each other...

Mel

Post before another weekend comes along!

Happy Birfday KT! (with special recognition to my internet stalker, Beachie! — yes, you both share the same bday and B, you only get half love). The best crowd showed for her celebration at The Garage in the O.C. for Happy Hour and pizza proceedings. No party is ever complete without a shot… er stop at the Kenilworth. MySpace joined me at the previous location and we rode his bike back to...

Mel

This date blows…

This date deserves a posting all by itself. While dating SSD, I met another guy while out and paid him no mind since I was all into dating Cinci guys and such. Fast forward a month-or-so later and I’m suddenly single and through chain of friends, he locates me and we go out. Mid-way through the “date,” he starts acting VERY strangely. First approach, he was a bit shy, reserved, maybe even...

Mel

Promises broken

Wow. So the SSD situation hit me pretty hard today. As I mentioned, last week I got a text message and a voice mail claiming I deserved “an apology and an incredibly long explanation” with a good measured, “I’ll call you next week.” Thanks. Because I need to be waiting around for yet another week wondering the hows and whys of another relationship fall-out. Then Saturday 3am,...

Mel

Weekend Stats

Free drinks: 627 Lines waited in: 0 Men I met out with the same name as SSD: 3 Text messages from SSD: 5 Times in a row I listened to Sia “Breathe Me”: 42 Bums passed walking en route from W. 6th to E. 4th: 4,229,089. (Think Cleveland has a homeless problem?) Ooh, wait — subtract one for that passed out drunk guy on W.6th/Superior. Cigarettes smoked: 20 40 Shit. 50. Number of Eggs in my...

Mel

Highway to the Danger Zone!

If I never hear that song again, it would still be too soon. Camping trip ’06 with a side of white water rafting with 88 of my closest friends. Freaking amazing! Immediately upon arrival and before the bags were out of the car, the beers were cracked. Traded some beers with our tent-neighbors to the right in exchange of them assembling our tent while we sat in our camping chairs and drank....

Mel

Well maybe I’ll call or write you a letter…

…Now maybe we’ll see on the Fourth of July I’m happy I don’t have a boyfriend this year. Something always gets muddied around July 4th. I guess I’m looking forward to not getting dumped. (Thank you, SSD for at least getting it out of the way prior to Independence Day). Anyhoo… Saturday started off with the company of a shitload of bachelor parties at the Garage Bar, then...

Mel

Home, home on the range

My life continues to be some sporatic adventure even with dutiful planning… and the assumption I had a seat reservation on United Flight 721. Friday I left work completely jubial of my impending travel vacation to Jackson Hole, Wyoming — with my cowboy hat to boot. After being delayed out of Cleveland almost an hour — as almost EVERY plane I’ve taken to Chicago is — I have to...