Tara asks: I have a question… does your boyfriend know about this blog? If so, what does he think about it?
Yes, Tara, he knows about the blog. He has been a loyal reader since my entertaining enlightening single days. I had a feeling when we started dating that he knew… and he admitted reading it (and "Googling" me) for YEARS. (Ugh and HA! all rolled up in the same thought). It’s not a main topic of conversation; in fact, since I know he lurks in the background, I almost feel as though I’m having a repetitive conversation in most of my story-telling. He said he doesn’t mind when I write about our relationship, but I’m sure there’s still time for me to be offensive. More than anything though, he’s mostly upset I didn’t give him some crazy nickname. Although "My Man" is about the creepiest sentiment of possessiveness, it fits. It’s a nickname that places him on a pedestal and shows him off to everyone. It’s a nickname that wouldn’t exist in past tense. (Think about it). My Man.
Last night we had couples’ night at Vhooda restaurant in Middleburg Heights. On Thursdays, there are five or six martinis on $5 special (Mmmm, banana-strawberry… and vodka). The decor is pretty sweet (playing all "island" on the ol’ Cooker spot). Seeing as how I cannot have any fish, it was perfect to read the huge burger list. Everyone else seemed to enjoy their meals, but my burger was so. freaking. salty (I’m talking huge chunks of some sort of rock salt, salty). Yuck. salt. I don’t think there is any other condiment or seasoning WORSE to destroy food than salt. Well, my baked potato was awesome (maybe because I only eat the innards and all the salt was on the skin, since they love the salt so much).
Reading: Still got nothing… Uh, loan docs? 1099s?
Esteban makes a circus catch with: the Herve and Roison in the Secret Garden Mix of Roison Murphy’s "Overpowered" (holy crap, this is an awesome mix), "Mi Ricardo" by J. Ralph, "Puerto Rican Jukebox" by Panther and another "holy crap" to remakes by Peaches’ (with Tone Loc) of "Wild Thing" and "Crazy" (yeah, the Gnarls Barkley song) by Poingly.
Thinking: Friday morning hangovers suck. Did I have to remind myself why I hated vodka?
February 1st, 2008 at 1:19 pm
You need to go find Los Super Elegantes, “Sixteen” is the best track but that whole album is pure sex. I have it, somewhere…
February 1st, 2008 at 4:27 pm
Hah, I TOTALLY already have that song in my iTunes library.
February 1st, 2008 at 4:50 pm
Seriously? Rock on, then, you crazy diamond.