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Guy B at Jacobs Field

Within seconds of approaching the bar at The Jake last night, a hand with dollar bills extends with a bold “I got that!” Staring towards the anonymous Beer Buyer, I thank him — since obviously, I am not one to turn down offers of free booze — and he walks away. (Warning: Dramatic Foreshadowing will occur in 10…9…8…) That seemed too easy. My friends walk up from...

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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...

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“I’m about to make out with a cowboy. I’ll call you back!”

C-bus, baby! Such a perfect sunny weekend to wine/dine/shop in such a vibrant and eclectic city. Shortly after arrival, spent Saturday afternoon doing above-mentioned activities in the Short North. Fueled the sweaty walk-a-thon with lunch at Zetas. Mmmm… gyros. Pulled myself off my wealthy-wishing cloud before I potentially could have bargained with the devil for some serious cash at Dr. Mojo for...

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Where was I… oh, yes. This silly blog thing.

Monday, had the (un)fortunate pleasure of taking in an Indians game — after some much needed happy hour Sam Adams at The Boneyard. Thanks for the loss boys… and yes, Jim Thome I was in the bleachers yelling some boos in your general direction. I believe the only reason I wasn’t expelled from Jacobs Field was because I decided to keep my game-watching (and poo-pooing) somewhere fifth...

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Let’s wrap this up already!

Started my weekend early again… paid dearly for it with a 2-day hangover. Thursday I froze my ass in the first row at a Lake County Captains game. We had the best section EVAH! Loud. Obnoxious. Just as every minor league ball game should be. I attempted a getaway early on to study for my Friday exam… right. I just pulled out my notes at the Kenilworth between shots of Orange Crushes....

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I got called out…

Quite simply, I lied. Seriously. I got fucking Googled.

Mel

If my middle finger could tell stories you’d have to leave the room.

Couple plural eff-yous going out: car insurance – I have what “they” like to call “bad credit.” Yes, I bought a condo this year, bought a car 2 years ago, have credit cards and student loans I pay well now (please excuse my irresponsibility of my early 20′s). With exception to 2 speeding tickets a couple years ago, my driving record is rather flawless. Although my...

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The final leg of my Phoenix journey

Frontier Airlines apparently has a huge following not only for their record for “most on-time flights” but the on-board food and personalities they hire. Some of the funnier moments with flight attendants were on my return flight from Phoenix to Denver (with the plane with the “pretty little kitty” on the tail). On seatbelts: If you weren’t a product of the 60′s onward,...

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Curses, I tell you!

If the baseball Gods couldn’t have planned my Friday any better! Our server crashed at work a bit after noon and we were forced to close up the office for the remainder of the day. Take a guess where I went? One of the lenders we do business with had a private party upstairs at the Clevelander and I talked another girl in my office into hitting the Opening Day bash with me. I really would’ve...

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“I couldn’t hear you through the flashlights and explosions” (Phoenix Part IV)

Saturday in Phoenix was just as beautiful as the day before. If not just for sake of temperature increasing to 90! Woot! I set up plans for Scottsdale bars with T-Cupp for later that evening. In the meantime, I’m going to work on my tanline… Had a few funny text messages from Ian asking me about afterhours again, making fun of me being in Scottsdale bars (“GROSS!”), and asking my...

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You’ve been upgraded! (Part TWO of Phoenix Adventure)

Arriving at a balmy desert temperature of 68 degrees (was it really warmer in Cleveland?), I had to be shuttled out to a parking garage full-o-cars. One special baby would be waiting for me courtesy of Enterprise. The counter agent was fully friendly and intrusive, but I had the opportunity to bump up my car rental for a couple bucks a day to get a bigger car (puh-leez don’t give me a Toyota...

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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...

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I’m just another reason to visit Cleveland

I said my goodbyes to Dott at her “Nervous Bird” exhibit Friday night. Best wishes for the many good things that will come your way out west! 1300 gallery is on our “to do” list for each new opening reception. Met some of the coolest Clevelanders, as well as Lauren Herzak-Bauman who will have her ceramics in an exhibit at the end of March. You know how funny it is when you...

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Next time, I’ll brown bag it

I had a lunch date………………… Yeah, that great. I have a really huge pet peeve: people that eat off my plate uninvited and unannounced. Now, I have been to dinners where I suggest you take a piece after I separate it from the rest of what I’m eating or someone elegantly takes my fork to try a bite of his meal… but NEVER, ever would I just grab food from...

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Personal or Private Ad?

This week I did it: I answered a pesonal ad. (With strong opposition from all walks of life around me). I won’t go too into detail, but I laughed when I read this fairly-new-to-Cleveland guy’s ad. Seemed witty, fun, personable… eh, bored? I clicked through and sent off a comparably-witty response… through my yahoo email account. Yes, the same yahoo account I use on a daily basis...

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“ooh, the photographer’s hot”

My Saturday night, courtesy of Cleveland.com: New No Limit: Neo-classic rock is how Northfield resident Kurt Schlumberger (guitar/vocals/harmonica) describes the style of his band No Limit, which recently released its new album “Bootleg.” With a new lineup, the quintet has expanded its blues and Southern rock sound. “We have Mike Calhoun, a Grammy winner from the Dazz Band, and he adds...

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80s night and present tense

If you haven’t hit Mercury on a Tuesday night in Cleveland, you don’t know what you’re missing! Every Tuesday is 80′s night and the lounge is ALWAYS packed.  I was 80s-rocking my bright white flats on the dance floor. Today I’m getting over-and-through the hump. I cannot believe less than a week I’m back in school. I’m already starting to miss the summer, but it...

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Guest of Honor

I forgot to mention in previous postings that last Wednesday, a group of girls and I were having dinner at Sushi Rock downtown and noticed this gentleman dressed in his suit, “bling-bling” cross necklace, and ironically enough, sunglasses (it was about 10pm). He proceeded to walk over to our table to chat with us (more than likely because he saw a group of 10 women staring at him, trying to...

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9 hours, 34 minutes, and 12 seconds later…

The road trip to the Jersey Shore! I left Cleveland Thursday night around 6:30 pm and headed to Pittsburgh to spend the evening at my sister’s. I already needed gas and coffee before even crossing the Oh/Pa line. I was greeted by a homemade alfredo manicotti dinner. My sister is the best. Adge and I left around 6am Friday morning to start the longest part of our journey—the beautiful hills of...

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Ouch

I think I may have just been dumped.