Internet friends, I have a confession: I have lived downtown — East 4th, the premier entertainment and food district — for six months. I have visited all the newest restaurants, including several during opening nights. Yet, I still had never eaten at Lola.
I know. It hurts me too. Could I in good conscience move from 4th [...]
If this post gives you any indication how behind I’ve been… yep, FINALLY a (brief) vacation post. FROM JANUARY’S The Rock Boat X. Rock on, MF-ers.
Thursday, January 7 (Day #1) - We boarded the boat around noon (beside Ken Block of Sister Hazel - premier host of the boat). Chelsea Williams (hottie) was already playing in [...]
I had the name “Pat McCrotch” printed on a sticker for my second car - a silver, nothing-power-operated Honda Civic, who was a total bitch when it came time to having an accidental spin out on I-71N. Yeah, my dad didn’t like that so much. The sticker or the accident, I digress. He also didn’t [...]
Further into my chatting babble today, have you ever called one of those chat lines that air late night in between extremely corny infomercials? We used to call the local ones in our early 20s — mostly because we just got home from drinking and it’s Silly Time, but I think there is a general [...]
Our apartment is fairly close to street level downtown (that elevator ride enough gives me heart palpitations), and I’ve never worked in a highrise office building. Last week, I met a friend for lunch at Key Tower, who works on the 46th floor. Seriously, we were higher than Tower City!
Through my visits to Chicago and [...]
There is plenty of beer to go around! This past Sunday, with thanks to Blogging Jason for the event heads-up, we spent the afternoon at the Winter Warmer Festival at Rock Bottom. Winter Warmer was a happy surprise, as my expectations were just of joyfully drinking local winter brews. Ahem, no Christmas Ale at this [...]
I was talking about this event and generally how cool of an event it was. And I was discussing this with my boyfriend. You know, the one who was my “date” that night.
Um yeah. I didn’t remember it. You know, until he said, “I KNOW! I was there with you…”
Blink. Blink. The silence [...]
Ex-boyfriends. New boyfriends. High school boyfriends. Potential girlfriends. Blog stalkers.
What to do with them.
It doesn’t take a relationship manual to tell me that I prefer they stay at least an arm’s length away from those who I previously held in coitus - you know, like a frenemy. Although I do enjoy scouring the internet for [...]
I tell you readers, it’s a good thing I remember my German* because I have found the motherload of awesome online shops while “googling” foreign shopping Web sites. You know how it is, you start a search for “Hunters,” then it quickly spirals out of control from there.
Being a jeans-and-t-shirt comfy fan (dressed in the [...]
This year is nice. Yes, nice that I don’t need to complain all over my blog that I don’t have a boyfriend, and that I’m so lonely and the holiday doesn’t mean anything, puke, puke, puke… I like that AB & I have made plans to do our “Valentine” shit together (regardless of how I [...]
Writing the word “hormones” is enough to get a female all riled up.
HORMONES. Right? You winced. I saw you.
The only reason why I think I’m receiving ads focused on hormone therapy is because I’m not posting pictures of my kids on Facebook.
Really. I’d settle for Purina cat food ads. You’re either a crazy [...]
There is an even bigger generation gap beyond the years that separate us: When talking about popular lead singer, Susanna Hoffs… he had NO CLUE of whom I was speaking. You know, “Walk Like An Egyptian”? Geesh… Tragic, these kids born IN the 80s.
Vending machines dispense awesomeness… at a price: I don’t use vending machines. [...]
Day two in Tampa. It’s still freaking cold. I’m beyond feeling breakfast, and feeling the need for a big sandwich. Before heading off for vacation, I looked up a few restaurants and places to go while visiting Tampa. One of those places was Datz Delicatessen and Foodie’s Market (and Loft Bar). Oh, the irony upon opening [...]
First things first, I have a rough time flying. As much as I attempt to think logically about the statistics and what-not, I am a balled up mess of anxiety (so balled that Xanax DOES NOT WORK). But I have a system: ALCOHOL. It is the only thing that allows me to function and not [...]
Ah, the memories…
Enjoy these 10 “Best of…” posts from 2009, while I’m on The Rock Boat to Cozumel (yes, I’m rubbing it in again, Cleveland):
1. Things to do when Suddenly Single
2. Cleveland+ Elevator Pitch
3. I get fucked over? You get lucky!
4. Samoas. Trefoils. Lent. Giving up cookies and more.
5. I’m writing this post in my [...]
Before I head to vacation, I MUST tell you another awesome story of accidental nudity.
After driving to-and-from South Bend in less than 24 hours to spend New Year’s Eve with our friends (and, let’s face it, Czech Absinthe), we stayed in for the remainder of the weekend to prepare for our upcoming vacation.
So, on Saturday [...]
Wow. 2009. No question, I think this was one of the happiest years of my existence. True story. Although, you would never have guessed with how 2009 STARTED…
January started out a little… weird. I mean, it started out on vacation in Scottsdale, soaking in sunshine and a Buckeyes loss at the Tostidos Bowl. Yuck. But, [...]
The end of the decade is coming. How fucked up is that? TEN FREAKING YEARS have passed. “Since when?” you ask. Since our planet almost self-destructed and we couldn’t tell anyone on Facebook.
Ten years is all relative to whom you’ve fucked or fucked over, but really… 15 years since I left Farmtown Inner-city A-town. Thank [...]
Bundling up for a chilly, long Friday out in Cleveland, I buttoned up my black wool coat after work, and headed west to Fatheads to meet AB & his work peeps. I drank a beer called something like Monkey Nuts. Seriously.
After moving the desk (previously mentioned in this post) into my condo in River (for [...]
AB and I stopped into the amazing Flower Child today for a bit of gift giving inspiration (and of course, wanting to buy every houseware item in the store; AB wants a bongo, but knows why he cannot have one). I could browse the vintage ornament collection for hours — and I will depending on [...]
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