Before you know it, another weekend of ex-boyfriends, Comfy Clothes and ice skating might be upon us. Let’s just get on with it, shall we two-horned horny beasts?
Twestival was last Thursday at Harry Buffalo’s downtown, where a bunch of Twitter Friends made pals over free pizza and (not free) beer. Awesomely, I had two guy friends already in attendance. And I did not win Indians tickets. Hmph. My friend JB & I attempted to find an East 4th Eatery late night (like seriously, is 10 pm too late for Clevelanders to eat, WTF?) for some solid noshing, only to discover we were stuck with Corner Alley bar food. Fries and buffalo-chicken pizza was solid, but I would have fared better with a Lola menu in front of me.
Next. Friday night, I made it out to The Magpies show at Brother’s Lounge. Good fun for music, colored with your average clubby douchebags. Seriously, they have invaded the GOOD bars too, Internets. Douchebags are… EVERYwhere. The music was awesome; new and old friends shared some good times (and potential blog fodder). And those fun times increase my late night food cravings (this time, probably around 1 am), so ATV & I went over to Park View. Eh Eh. *finger wag* No food (ahem, Jason). So, back to My Friends for a serious head-sized omelet. And being that this was a night I wanted to “go to bed early” for Valentine’s Day Dinner Date Beauty Rest, I rested at 4 am. You figure it out, I was exhausted.
Yes I’m living at a pace that kills.
Regardless, I was up around 10 in time for a trip to the West Side Market for the ingredients of my turkey & white bean chili, Target for paper crap and milk, then home to bake up five dozen heart-shaped sugar cookies before preparing myself for an old “friend” driving in to celebrate the Silliness of VD with me. The good VD, peoples. You know, holiday?
Meanwhile, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named & I enjoyed our delightful three-course Valentine’s Special Menu at Bar Cento (and an order of Pommes Frites, of course — more mayo for me — YEAH!). Then, some drinks and LOTS of talking (not just from me, shocker) at Bier Markt. A trip to Garage Bar for a few “Italian” kisses (shots, not PDA) and our awesome VD Date was complete. Waiting to… exhale… and…
But I’ll take your bet, you’re gonna regret, ‘cuz I’m the best that’s ever been.
Yes, I’ll leave you in suspense with the word: amazing. Now, deep breath.
Just the thought if I could enjoy another such nice night of dinner, conversation and fun with that very man (who I forgot how incredible he was in person), well, then… I would be the happiest of all women.
Nay, lucky.
I swear I’m not the devil!
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February 18th, 2009 at 7:17 pm
I’m glad I got out of there at Brothers, Mel, before the douchebags got me!
February 19th, 2009 at 11:46 am
Has anyone ever told you to try out for The Bachelor!? I think you would be a perfect candidate to go on that show and you know all of us would be watching! (I’m currently hooked on that show right now).
February 19th, 2009 at 3:54 pm
dude, I made your blog. that totally rocks. although, i feel as though i need to up our adventures next time. sure i can destroy some eats……but i’m capable of so much more. sign me up. its on.
February 19th, 2009 at 4:37 pm
Peanuts - you have been warned. And see you Friday!
Tara - Never. I would never be on that reality show. Ever. Amazing Race featuring Hot Bloggers? maybe.
JB - I forgot the part where we were total dorks downloading all the new iPhone apps at the bar! And when the hell is CWO?
February 10th, 2010 at 9:39 am
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