WEEK of Wrap-up

Last week nearly killed me. As result of a busy week of being social – both online and IRL, my germ defenses were compromised, and I am now spending a Monday morning sick with fever and sore throat.

That last line wasn’t for my boss because, well, I don’t have one, so you know now how really sick I am that I feel it necessary to brag to you. Yuck. And I am a big, needy baby who needs hot tea and ice bandages.

I am so elated that I was “selected” to be a part of a monthly, all girl, networking happy hour. Last Monday was our second meeting at Stone Mad Pub in the Detroit Shoreway/Gordon Square neighborhood. Both this location and the girly-girl connections are awesome. The group was tended to by a great pair of bartending chaps, who offer an awesome happy hour price on VODKA. The pub itself is gorgeous! This Spring and Summer, I intend to turn Stone Mad into my perfect west-side spot to ride my bike from downtown.

Note: cannot find a Stone Mad Web site. That shit is crazy.

My boyfriend has been working a lot (and late) from home, so Tuesday night was a great time for him to get out of homeboy mode and into AB-who-tweets-somewhat-infrequently with a mere walk outside our apartment door. A few Tweeters scheduled a 2/16 Cleveland tweet-up event (get it? get it?) at Chocolate Bar. Though short and sweet, two martini night out, it is always awesome meeting those in person whom you stalk online. Yes, I stalk too. I’m not sure that I’m sold yet on the Chocolate Bar. It still feels like an extremely out-of-place location, yet it brings a great crowd downtown, so who can complain with that! Even if the service is borderline awful…

Getting completely out of my rabbit hole, Wednesday, I went south and suburban for dinner with my sis at Rosewood Grill in Hudson (Thanks to Jose & Kelly for an awesome recommendation). Man, Hudson is FAR from downtown Cleveland. And if you’re ever looking for a sign for the restaurant, look for a giant building with “Turner Mill” on the side. Yeah, I don’t get it either. After 20 minutes of driving around, I finally called the restaurant. Be that as it may, the meal was just as amazing as the interior. We started with a baked goat cheese (crock-like dipping appetizer combined with marinara-ish sauce) and breadsticks. We also shared the buffalo chicken flatbread for our meal. I ordered the salmon big salad for the main course, and I think she ordered the Chop Chop (which looked incredible). I loved the white vinaigrette on my salad, and the salmon was (huge!) cooked to perfection. For dessert, of course, I cannot resist the apple cobbler – loved the addition of the few blueberries. Delish! The staff was beyond awesome, in that the server left (she left the bill with us early — smart lady!), the hostess left, and I think even the kitchen crew closed down and cleaned everything before we left the restaurant! Never did we feel rushed to get through our hours of conversation. I am eternally thankful to the manager that night for sticking by (and babysitting my coat in the coatroom) and letting us catch up.

As most of you in the Cleveland Social Planet are aware, Thursday was the SMC meet-up at Map Room. I finally got to meet some people whom I connect with on a daily (online) basis. New friendships were definitely formed that night.

AB & I had a friend in town from Chicago as well, so while I was entertaining the SMC crowd, he was at Wonder Bar drinking the remainder of Great Lakes Christmas Ale. I met up with them for that infamous “one more” after I was networked-out.

Continuing on our my quest of “what fucking day is it?”, Friday, after a dinner at home, we picked up friends (with our private driver, ahem) and headed for Tremont’s South Side to see Jackson Rohm (because I apparently didn’t see enough of him on The Rock Boat a month ago — OMG, there were Rock Boaters all over the audience who recognized me. Weird!). Anyways, I was happy because he played (and dedicated) REO Speedwagon for me. AB got to hear his “Beer Goggles” song — with another shout-out to the both of us, you know, with a story attached for prior to his relationship with me.

A half hour of walking (sans heels for me) after Jackson’s set (really, is there no possible quicker walk to Professor?), we close the bar with beers at Edison’s Pub. With pizza (after defending the honor of a pizza from a seriously-drunken dude with his own ‘za) and carry-out cups, we ventured to our neighbor’s apartment below ours — it was almost just like our apartment, but eerie to see wholly different placement of furniture and decorations.

And her bedroom is bigger too. Dammit.

You wonder why my immunity levels are low.

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