The boyfriend is both complementary and complimentary. And hot.

For all the times I’m PMS-y or those disheartening moments that I feel completely disconnected, there’s one weekend that completely reinvigorates a relationship that has seemingly fell into weeks of work stress and sexless nights. And that was this past weekend (the reinvigorating part, not the… never mind). Also: OMG, the two-year “slump” is almost here!

*eye roll*

I loved that AB invited himself to go skating with our group of pre-fresh meat at open skate this weekend. He hasn’t skated (roller blades) since playing floor hockey some 15 years ago, so it was fun to see him become acclimated to the skates and the rink once again (and take on the turns of the roller derby track). He complimented me on my skating skills (*swoon*) and was overall extremely sweet and cognizant of my existence throughout the day (that sounds much more horrible than it is, really). Heh. Regardless, it made me so happy that he wanted to be a part of that part of my life and break out of his comfort zone a bit.

Even if I was stifling back massive bouts of bitchiness because of Giant Eagle afterward. Grrr…

Anyway. He also tagged along to mingle at a twitter-invited birthday bash for the amazing chick behind Secret Agent L. I was mesmerized while she talked to me — I think partially because she reminded me of my cousin, but also because she was just SO SWEET and genuine. If you think she sounds amazing on her blog, she’s even MORE so in person. She also introduced me to another group of awesome ladies who I stalk and regularly converse with on twitter. I find it so heart-warming that the new people I have met in Pittsburgh are so overly friendly and welcoming (and helpful) to me, the newbie. Yay, new friends!

When the party dispersed, the boyfriend and I stuck around with Uncle Crappy for another drink or two — both at the Firehouse Lounge and at Embury downstairs. April, the bartender at Embury is as awesome as the bar itself. The bartender upstairs cracked me up when he second-guessed my drink order because “that is nearly all alcohol” (and whiskey… *gulp*). As IF that is something unlike me. Hilarious, nonetheless.

Then AB wanted to stick around and dance… STOP THE PRESSES. The boyfriend who claims he “does not dance,” stuck around to dance with me. *hot* And not just because I was wearing a blazer and it was shoulder-to-shoulder crowded on the dance floor.

Upon closing the bar, our driver told us of a strip club that was open until 4 am. OF COURSE we had to check it out. Because we’re partners-in-crime like that.

And that is all I have to say about that night out. *wink*

Man, I absolutely heart nights out with my boyfriend.

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