Couple updating thingies prior to moving along with my pumpkin bread and americano a’la Caribou (again, they do nothing for me. I don’t know why I return. No coffee ready. No first-name basis. No access to my beautious blog. I really need to tell you about last Saturday morning I sat there waiting — patiently and un-caffeinated-ly waiting — for the barista to bring me my coffee and bagel while I wanted to get some writing done. THIRTY minutes went by until I finally had to approach the counter in a super-fantastic unfriendly manner. And I get a “Did anyone bring you your coffee?” I respond, “Did YOU bring me my coffee?” (Turns head) “Did YOU bring me my coffee?” No. Nobody brought me my damn coffee… or my bagel. But I digress…)
Wednesday, I finally saw Superbad. Definitely not as funny as Knocked Up, but hilarious nonetheless. Pre-movie, enjoyed some fantastical golden/salted margaritas and sour cream-coated enchiladas courtesy of La Fiesta in Richmond Heights. BEST service staff in which I have ever had contact! (And of COURSE, awesome Mexican food).Thanks La Fiesta for allowing us to close down the bar and complete our episode of Gordon Ramsey’s new reality show. (Us equals me and my muy caliente date). Yes, readers and haters, it’s the same guy (without a nickname still, I know) and everything is going better than imagined. And he makes me gush and blush and late for work and all that super sappy stuff that I pinch myself for because the emotions make me feel as though I’m having some sort of panic attack and losing my breath and… Oh, that’s my heart beating? Woah.
Now friends, I haven’t completely gone out of my mind and spent 18 days straight galloping through the eastern galaxies of suburbia. No, I had tailgating duties in Columbus. (Ahem, GO BUCKS!) Friday night, had an awesome braised beef with potato lasagna (and equally as appetizing risotto fritters appetizers) at Z Cucina in Grandview. Then, predictably, did a “drink-over” at the Park Street Patio and Spice, then to Sugar for a little salsa and merengue moment.
Saturday, tailgating (duh) at the Varsity Club, lunch at Wendell’s Alumni Grille and more drinky-drink at the Hineygate (uh, thanks for running out of Jack). Somewhere Saturday evening a second wind came out for dinner and drinks at Spice, but only after Bar Louie informed us — after first drinks were ordered (yummy Ginger martini) — that the wait for the kitchen was OVER AN HOUR. Our third wind (and perhaps a few liquid “pick-me-ups” brought about some awesome dance moves courtesy of Marcus Schultz spin-spin-spinning at Sugar. Nice.
Sunday, I bought another shirt at Urban Outfitters and had lunch on OSU campus at Brenen’s cafe (I’m pretty sure that’s the name of the quaint location of the ack, Michigan Gobbler — but thank you for missing the MOST important item on the sandwich — the CREAM CHEESE! Feh).
And I realized there is no “Day Four” of Prague posted yet. My wireless comp has gone shit-shitty on me and loves to lock up. Alas, that is the saved location of the last posting. Hoping to get the time to finish and post-it-up right this weekend.
Reading: Your mind. And your eyes.
iPJHiser-ing: “Physical Attraction” by Ultraviolet, “Timebomb” by Beck, “I Really Want You” by James Blunt and “Gravity” by Sara Bareilles. Hello, sappy crap. Wha?
Thinking: Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. – - Benjamin Franklin
