Thought O' the Day

Fish is the only food that begins to smell more like itself when it goes bad. Other foods don't smell like themselves: "Damn this chicken is old as hell, it smells like.....chicken." NOT

It's SPRING BREAK BITCHES.....

Another Friday - another non-committal drink meet up. Why not? IT'S SPRING BREAK BITCHES, and I'm a free woman for the next 7ish days.

Roger Browns, quickly becoming a favorite "meet me for a drink" spot. Being that this was the 2nd time in my life that I had ever been here for Happy Hour, I was flabbergasted when the bartender knew what I wanted to drink. Damn, I only had 3 or 7 drinks last time, and he wasn't even the one who served me - what's up with that? Of course Esq. found it extremely amusing that the whole damn bar knew what I was drinking.

So we chit chat about who I'm supposed to be meeting. We're sitting at the bar, I, of course, have my back to the door. Esq. stares intently at the front of the establishment checking out every man that walks in. "Is that him?". "Oh that one looks like Turtle from Entourage" , then she laughs as he walks by. My reply? "Oh, I hope that's not him". In walks the king himself. ELVIS. Only because he's from Memphis and has a country boy accent. It's cute though and he's a really nice guy.

The next day: McFadden's and Dreamy Dr. Noah. I decided to ask Dr. Noah if he had some time to meet me for a drink. We were supposed to meet up during the week, but I had issues with my car and wasn't able to drive anywhere outside of a 5 mile radius of my home. He agrees. 30 minutes later, I'm in McFadden's sitting at the bar. 2 drinks later, this cute little Irish guy starts chatting it up with me. "Can I buy you a drink lady?"........to which I reply "But of course". 1/2 way into my free drink and conversation with my own personal leprechaun, Dr. Noah shows up. YUMMY. I do feel bad that I completely turn my back on Mr. Ireland and divert all of my attention to Dr. Noah. I had no choice though, I was there to meet him, right? Super YUM. He says he'd like to take me out for sushi sometime very soon. I'm staring at my phone Dr. Noah. CALL ALREADY.

Blind Dates...

I tend to shy away from utilizing the word date or any semblance of the word date when it comes to meeting someone new in a bar/Happy Hour situation because, well, I don't go expecting the guy to pick up my tab. What if he's a snap dragon and I have to casually slip out through the kitchen? For all intents and purposes, it is not a date.

I digress....

Blind Meeting #1 - E40 (not sure how exactly that came about, but I'll roll with it) and I were actually supposed to meet a couple weeks ago. It should have gone like this: I get off work, E40 gets off work, we go to our homes, freshen up, meet up at the bar, drink and be merry until 5:15.....Hmmmm, didn't quite happen as anticipated. I suppose E40 decided that due to the strenuous work day, he needed to take a power nap at 2:30 in the afternoon knowing that we would be meeting up in about an hour. It wasn't set to be a long meeting either, just a couple drinks. I had other obligations for the evening. Needless to say, the 5.5 minute power nap turned into a Rip Van Winkle sleep-a-thon. He called that night and for the rest of the weekend, I duly ignored his calls. Can you blame me?

Blind Meeting #1 (part duex) - The next Friday, let's try again. Why not. He did a good job being persistently apologetic about his Rip Van Winkle-ism. Same plan, same place, same time. After a few drinks, and quite a few laughs, turns out that E40 is not so bad after all.

Speed Dating: Part Deux (potentially)

There's another speed dating event coming up in April. Now, I'm a skeptic about these types of things, yet vaguely optimistic. 25 - 4 minute-ish dates in about 2 hours. Somewhat different than the last 8 - 5 minute dates, and this time it's FREE!

I'm only going to go if BK goes with me though. I refuse to do it alone.

Regardless, I am going to prepare some questions.

"How much money do you make?"

I keed.

Missed Connections - The Social Experiment

Back in November when my obsession with craigslist was beginning, I decided that I wanted to see if the missed connection crap really worked or if all the bullshit was just that...bullshit. Do people really read and respond? Point is, every where I went I had my eye out for someone that I could conjure up a missed connection post for and in turn hope that he was a missed connection reader like me.

One day I went to lunch with Mr. Right (who actually turned into Mr. Flaky) , a couple police men came in to eat. I couldn't help but notice one of them, He was just.....ummmm hot. The whole time Mr. Right is talking to me I'm plotting my missed connection post. Short and sweet:

A few nights later, I get an email "I think I'm the person you're looking for"

HOLY SHIT, It works!

Turns out his friend is a reader and told him about the post.

We chatted it up, IMs, text messages. I made it a point to ask if he had a wife or a girlfriend (not trying to be #2). He said he was single and has maintained that he is single and just casually dating but for the past 5 months I have yet to see or hear from this man outside of his working hours.

Exercise in woman's intuition - Trust it.

Someone that knows him has let me know Mr. Serve and Protect is in fact married.

Missed Connections - Success
Honest Man - Fail

The Italian Stallion

This stood out to me because he describes himself as being blessed and cursed "at da same tyme". He's obviously bragging on his goods, but I'm DYING to know how he will respond sooooo, I have to "jus ask" him:

"sometime's its a blessing, sometime's its a curse".

*aside* - "sometimes" has an apostrophe "s" in it?

Bottom line, to the Italian Stallion, being well endowed boils down to this -> "sometime is it is a blessing and sometime is it is a curse"

Cell Phone outgoing Voice Mail Messages

For many people the cell phone is the only form of communication as we've opted to decline land lines to save money. It's legitimate - I mean why the hell not, long distance is included, we can text, email, browse the interwebz...so on and so forth. I call cell phones almost every day, sometimes I get an answer, other times I get the voice mail.

"Sorry I can't come to the phone right now" or "I'm not home at the moment"

Fucker, you know damn well the phone is on your person and you can't come to the phone? IT'S IN YOUR POCKET!!!

And you're not home at the moment? Well for the most part that's probably a true statement, I'm calling your MOBILE PHONE!!!

Bang Bang in my Dryer

Normally I put a load of clothes in the dryer before I turn in for the night so I have a clean pair of underwear in the morning to slide over my butt cheeks after I shower and because the dryer is on the way to my bedroom. Well, the other day, I go through the motions, get upstairs, get settled and notice:

BANG....BANG....BANG.....BANG.....

WTF? I didn't wash any sneakers. I sit for a few minutes thinking its jeans that got bunched up, because I did wash those, and a few more spins will un-bunch them and the BANG BANG will stop. No such luck.

Investigation time. It's midnight thirty, and I'm removing wet clothing, one piece at a time from the dryer to determine the culprit. Hmmmm, it's not the clothes genius, I say to myself. I do some research because I'm kinda nerdy like that. Apparently something is wrong with the drum or band causing the BANG BANG.

Long story short, I schedule an appointment with Sears for a dryer service call to fix my BANG BANG. They give me a window of 8am to 5pm. I guess they expect me to sit home all day and wait for Mr. Maytag to come rolling up with his wrench to stop the BANG BANG. It's not like I have to go to work or anything to earn money to pay for the repairs.

EDIT: It wasn't the drum or band. The repairman came out and I paid 60 dollars for the service call. He explained that the 60 included investigating what the problem was. If I should choose to have repairs once the problem was identified it could be up to 120 (possibly more).....and no I don't have the equipment coverage (this all would have been covered if I did have the coverage plan). Turns out a penny got lodged in the drum area causing the obnoxious noise. It came loose when repairman was trying to identify the problem, thus correcting the issue. Needless to say, my washer/dryer is going on 2 years old now. I opted for the coverage plan so if the shit does poop out on me, I don't have to pay for service calls - It's covered! Especially considering the age of the set and what I learned from the research I did, well the band might snap. They can come out and fix it for me and I don't have to worry about cost, its covered.

Thought O' the Day

The right thing to do is usually the hardest.