Dear Melissa (the stay at home mom from the blog another lunch): It’s official. I’m addicted. Someone close to me please oh please oh please have a baby so that I can send them off each day with the cutest bentos, ever. Dear Spring-like Weather: You’re such a tease now that daylight savings has ended. Just when I get out of work to enjoy you, its dark. It’s a good thing I’m not afraid of the dark. Or running in it. Dear Rules of Dating: Where exactly is this entire list located? Because apparently I keep breaking them and I need to brush up on them, asap.
This past weekend was jam-packed with a bunch of fun. And bad behavior. But I couldn’t help it. And as the lyrics go, “so what we go out, that’s how it’s supposed to be, living young and wild and free…” and I’m single.
Friday night was date night! I like the sound of that, date night. And I’m not cringing or clinging to the side of a bathtub. I was debating about whether or not to include this tidbit of information, but I couldn’t resist. I had a wonderful time. We started off at Bacchus– the delicious wood fire pizza place downtown– I had never been but it was cozy. And despite my love of food, I broke rule number one: by not eating much. In my defense however, after last week’s event I didn’t have much of an appetite. But the pizza was great, as was the conversation. Then we were off to Footsie Magoo’s…
Where I apparently broke the ultimate rule: two drink maximum on a first date. In my defense, I couldn’t help it. Those vodka tonics were so tasty and the skeeball competition was fierce. Just when you thought I did the unthinkable…
I brought my date to The Ruck. This wasn’t intentional. And was not what I had planned, but after all, I hadn’t planned anything for the evening so I just let it be. I kindly gave a forewarning that it was my favorite hole-in-the wall place and that it was nothing like Footsies. I don’t think he was prepared for what we walked into. Almost every single guy that I’ve ever met out in public was out that night, at The Ruck. And wanted to say hi. In my defense, I’m a social person. I did respect my date and stayed close by, tucked into our seat on the wall.
I finally remembered that not only did my date have to work in the morning, but I had a baby shower to attend… and could not be hung over for. We left early and walked the chilly walk back to my apartment. Nope. I was good and did not break the rule of inviting him in on the first date, but I did break a personal rule of not kissing on the first date. In my defense, I couldn’t help it. And bounded back into my apartment all excited and unable to sleep; where I indulged in something I love oh-so much: crinkle fries. Romantic right? Oh it topped off the evening, and morning when I woke up to Roscoe begging for breakfast and me realizing that I had fallen asleep on my love seat, on top of the plate of fries. And ketchup.
Before I knew it, I was on the road heading homey home for the day. My sister apparently couldn’t wait to see me because she gave me a call on the way to:
- Ensure that I was not hung over and on the road.
- Hear about the previous night’s details because she saw that I had posted a status at like four in the morning. Snoop.
That’s when I was informed I broke all the rules of dating in one night. Thanks little sister, way to make a girl feel confident. Before I knew it, I was home and rolling on the floor laughing, literally, over the wrap job she had done/was doing for a Bumbo gift. If you don’t know what that is, Google it. I had seen a friend wrap one twice, perfectly, and I have no clue how she did it. I remember shouting out at one point “look it up on Youtube!” With my mom hollering back from another room “you kids can’t do anything without that damn computer.” We put her to the challenge and she failed. Wah.Oh! Here’s that card I had mentioned about a week ago that I had gotten downtown at Design it Together but didn’t want to spoil it for the p-rents. My mom was harassing me for spending more than five minutes writing congratualtions on the inside. Me: That’s boring. Mom: Oh, that’s what I put on the inside. Naomi: Let’s hope no one else spent more that five minutes browsing the internet for quotes and chose the same one.
Saturday night was filled with wine, Ruck time, a DJ that still refuses to play my “ghetto” selections, a mini dance party in house, chocolate covered pretzel shots out of a hospital pee holder? delicious leftover pasta and social media site stalking at about five in the morning. Which resulted in me missing the JETS! game, three slices of iLove pizza and staying up until four in the morning watching Netflix and taking multiple bubble baths. ‘Cause I could.
Living young and wild and free… and single.