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 “think” you see someone you know and you stare with the “I’m-pretty-sure-I-know-you-but-need-to-look-longer” face. Well, I still wasn’t sure, but if it was you — you sassy fellow blogger, you(!) — next time I’ll say hello. You know, reading someone’s blog is borderline stalkerish. You see someone in person that you know what they had for breakfast, where they crashed when drunk last night (oh, that was me) or how their favorite television show was a repeat and yet, it’s this embarrassingly ackward exchange… uh, how do I know you? OMG! You’re that blogger!

The evening continued in Ohio City at the Garage where I FINALLY “bumped” into the cop rather than he popping into my office on no-makeup mornings. I was only minimally-brain dead and typical in asking some boy from Ireland if he were excited about St. Patty’s Day — as if he hasn’t been asked a million times in the last 12 years of being in the US.

I ended the evening at the Harbor Inn (??) when I realized I couldn’t find my friends and had no way to get home. My car is 5 minutes away in Lakewood… and I end up in Independence.

Mr. God helped out Saturday night with keeping the weather really frickin’ cold and the bar lines with no wait time, so I didn’t have to sell my first born just to visit Bar Flyy. Oh, I fell again… well, my friend fell, grabbed me and I went tumbling after. Yes, I was the way-too-wasted chick that fell on top her friend with drinks flying at the back bar. I hope the bar sludge comes out of these jeans. And I wonder if that’s how I got this totally random blood blister on my finger.

Meanwhile, I finally saw this guy I met on after-the-bars-closed on New Years Eve at Panini’s. He’s not from Cleveland. He’s so gorgeous which may/not had something to do with my cheesy (or drunken) pick-up line: You are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Well, we exchanged business cards and kept in touch — with random drunk emails to boot. Seeing him second time around, even in a drunken haze, he’s still hot.

Added bonus to looks, he has personality, charm, the most engaging shade of brown eyes (oh, that pertains to looks) and he rolls to country music. Driving past Panini’s, he goes: Hey kids, that’s where I met your mom! How cute is that? I hope that I am another good reason to visit Cleveland. Can we print brochures?

What I learned this weekend (aside from “Wow! I can drink a lot!”): My phone holds 15 voice mail messages from Lin-Lin asking “where are you?” until mailbox is full.

I finally had an omellette at home around 3… pm. 20 minutes later, I still can’t figure which the proper spelling: omelet? omellette? HAY-ZEUS.

And my apologies to the return-flight-to-the-west-side cab driver that I kinda forgot where I lived.

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