the hot chicken was just that.
and fabulous.
the rommie and i waited in line for eva' to eat some prince's and bolton's while we moaned that we could have just gone to the damn restaurants. but then we wouldn't have met the guy who asked me if i had a posturpedic/memory foam/ no wait... tempurpedic mattress in the middle of our scintillating conversation about mayoral candidates.
just like out of the blue, he asks me about mattresses.
that alone was worth the wait for the hot chicken.
then we went to beyond the edge and played video bar games while i drank too much.
the roomie took us back to the wood.
brentwood that it.
where i won't be living after this month.
i'll be walking home from beyond the edge to my new little bungalow.
2 blocks away.
i am happy.
7.06.2007
7.03.2007
ennui
i did not send the following e-mail to a man i have never seen before in my life.
but i wrote it.
i have not yet lost my fucking mind.
Subject: referral from XXXX-YYY-ZZZZ
And fortunately for me, not the professional kind.
Bob-
Your e-mail address has been in my purse for about a month now. XXXX-YYY-ZZZZ gave it to me at a dinner party, after she talked about setting me up with "the sweetest young man."
The "sweetest young man" got vetoed, and she then recommended you. She made it clear that she meant no disparagement; she thinks you're fabulous, but not "sweet". That- coupled with the fact that she mentioned you were a runner??- made this little pink piece of paper with your e-mail on it hard to chunk.
But I'm pitching it.
After I send this e-mail.
Bob- If you're feeling a little spontaneous when you wake up this Sunday, I'll be at insert coffee shop on insert street around 11am, before I catch the noon film at the insert theatre. You could walk by, determine if you find me reasonable to look at, and buy me my second cup of coffee.
Milk.
No sugar.
-insert me
but i wrote it.
i have not yet lost my fucking mind.
Subject: referral from XXXX-YYY-ZZZZ
And fortunately for me, not the professional kind.
Bob-
Your e-mail address has been in my purse for about a month now. XXXX-YYY-ZZZZ gave it to me at a dinner party, after she talked about setting me up with "the sweetest young man."
The "sweetest young man" got vetoed, and she then recommended you. She made it clear that she meant no disparagement; she thinks you're fabulous, but not "sweet". That- coupled with the fact that she mentioned you were a runner??- made this little pink piece of paper with your e-mail on it hard to chunk.
But I'm pitching it.
After I send this e-mail.
Bob- If you're feeling a little spontaneous when you wake up this Sunday, I'll be at insert coffee shop on insert street around 11am, before I catch the noon film at the insert theatre. You could walk by, determine if you find me reasonable to look at, and buy me my second cup of coffee.
Milk.
No sugar.
-insert me
7.01.2007
minnesota man claims monkey bowled perfect game
that's pretty much about how much sense it makes that i just spent an hour on sunday morning reading about nashville hot chicken.
ritalin anyone?
ritalin anyone?
hot chicken # 7/4
heaven has come to east park in east nash.
that's right, folks. hot chicken on the fourth of july.
they don't even make words to describe the joy i get when my nose runs down my chin after eating 1/2 a jar of jalepenos. to think that mayor purcell would love me enough (i was his daughter's IS teacher) to schedule this little slice o heaven on the fourth of july... i am speechless.
consider a 1/4 chicken, skillet-fried, on some white bread, SLATHERED with hot sauce.
i'm drooling.
if you can handle the heat... take your pick
Prince's Hot Chicken Shack
Location: 123 Ewing Drive, 226-9442
Hours: Noon-10pm Tue-Thu, noon-4am Fri-Sat
Payment: Cash only
Bolton's Spicy Chicken & Fish
Location: 624 Main St., 254-8015
Hours: 11am-9pm Tue-Thu, 11am-12:30am Fri-Sat
Payment: Cash only
6.22.2007
the basement tapes
last night, my date asked me to tell him about the most shocking date i had ever been on. didn't have the nerve to tell him that it was the one i was sitting in.
who takes off their shoes at a baseball game and puts their nekkid feet on the chair of the person in front of them?
"the most shocking date ever"
who picks the dirt/dead skin/god knows what from their toes on a date?
"the most shocking date ever"
because i am a quasi nice person, i will not divulge the OH SO PERSONAL SECRETS that i was told by "the most shocking date ever". you don't even tell people that kind of shit when you've been dating six months, let alone six days.
so i ditched him and went to the tin roof with some kickball buddies. i never go to the tin roof- maybe 2-3 times a year. last night reminded me why. i just can not handle it.
so i went to the basement by myself, where i made friends with everyone in the bar with my stories about "the most shocking date ever". the basement saved my life. it is my betty ford clinic.
i will love that venue forever. and ever. and ever.
two random observations:
you are sooooo nashville if you wear pearls to a sounds game.
there is nothing more amazing than people doing what they love in a great pair of shoes.
who takes off their shoes at a baseball game and puts their nekkid feet on the chair of the person in front of them?
"the most shocking date ever"
who picks the dirt/dead skin/god knows what from their toes on a date?
"the most shocking date ever"
because i am a quasi nice person, i will not divulge the OH SO PERSONAL SECRETS that i was told by "the most shocking date ever". you don't even tell people that kind of shit when you've been dating six months, let alone six days.
so i ditched him and went to the tin roof with some kickball buddies. i never go to the tin roof- maybe 2-3 times a year. last night reminded me why. i just can not handle it.
so i went to the basement by myself, where i made friends with everyone in the bar with my stories about "the most shocking date ever". the basement saved my life. it is my betty ford clinic.
i will love that venue forever. and ever. and ever.
two random observations:
you are sooooo nashville if you wear pearls to a sounds game.
there is nothing more amazing than people doing what they love in a great pair of shoes.
6.21.2007
every step i take
my day started with a bad cup of coffee and a trip to the greenhills YMCA.
as much as meat markets and unlimited cardio classes titillate me, i broke up with the Y. it was only a matter of time before the love affair was over.
3 weeks to be exact.
(pretty much the usual for me)
sure, we'll meet for drinks a few more times before i quit returning phone calls. but it's definitely over. the Y is a sloppy eater and spikes his hair a little too decidedly for this cat.
seriously, i got on 3 cardio machines for a combined total of 4.5 minutes before i decided to go running. now, i haven't run in 5 weeks because this I.T. band crap has kept me off of belmont boulevard. so, i went for a run. it was kind of like seeing your lover after he's been touring europe for over a month.
it hurt a bit, but it was good.
while i ran, i came to this: men can ruin a song faster than lemons ruin dairy.
so here's a list of songs that will never be the same because their associations with the Y (chromosome that is) are indelible.
INXS "never tear us apart"
queen "under pressure"
better than ezra "this time of year"
the smiths "please please please let me get what i want"
broken social scene "anthems for a 17 year old"
now i can live without INXS.
but the smiths hurt.
not the good kind of hurt that comes with 40 minutes of solid pounding (shoes on the road that is). but hurt like a muscular tissue that twitches with every move i make.
as much as meat markets and unlimited cardio classes titillate me, i broke up with the Y. it was only a matter of time before the love affair was over.
3 weeks to be exact.
(pretty much the usual for me)
sure, we'll meet for drinks a few more times before i quit returning phone calls. but it's definitely over. the Y is a sloppy eater and spikes his hair a little too decidedly for this cat.
seriously, i got on 3 cardio machines for a combined total of 4.5 minutes before i decided to go running. now, i haven't run in 5 weeks because this I.T. band crap has kept me off of belmont boulevard. so, i went for a run. it was kind of like seeing your lover after he's been touring europe for over a month.
it hurt a bit, but it was good.
while i ran, i came to this: men can ruin a song faster than lemons ruin dairy.
so here's a list of songs that will never be the same because their associations with the Y (chromosome that is) are indelible.
INXS "never tear us apart"
queen "under pressure"
better than ezra "this time of year"
the smiths "please please please let me get what i want"
broken social scene "anthems for a 17 year old"
now i can live without INXS.
but the smiths hurt.
not the good kind of hurt that comes with 40 minutes of solid pounding (shoes on the road that is). but hurt like a muscular tissue that twitches with every move i make.
good things
an epiphany in spin class led me to this.
i need a purpose- more than just listening to music and stalking on the internet, which i love. god! there is nothing more fun than researching people. i love finding out who ran the memphis marathon 4 years ago, or who has offices downtown. i even like to know that someone does not exist at all in cyberspace. how is that even possible???
focus. focus.
anyway, i need to make some good things out of my life.
i'm a little darwinsitic to be a martyr/saint, but i'm working on a few ideas.
on a different note- a dear friend of mine gave me the best going away present i've ever gotten.
2 tiny plastic champagne glasses
2 beautiful mod handkerchiefs (i love handkerchiefs)
a plastic man in red hotshorts, who fits conveniently in the console of my car.
a reading light
a hardback copy of babbit in that 60's crazy book cover decor
lavender sachet
vase of flowers from her garden
this is by far one of the best gifts i have ever gotten in my life.
the only thing that she could have added would have been a crawler of yazoo dos perros.
i need a purpose- more than just listening to music and stalking on the internet, which i love. god! there is nothing more fun than researching people. i love finding out who ran the memphis marathon 4 years ago, or who has offices downtown. i even like to know that someone does not exist at all in cyberspace. how is that even possible???
focus. focus.
anyway, i need to make some good things out of my life.
i'm a little darwinsitic to be a martyr/saint, but i'm working on a few ideas.
on a different note- a dear friend of mine gave me the best going away present i've ever gotten.
2 tiny plastic champagne glasses
2 beautiful mod handkerchiefs (i love handkerchiefs)
a plastic man in red hotshorts, who fits conveniently in the console of my car.
a reading light
a hardback copy of babbit in that 60's crazy book cover decor
lavender sachet
vase of flowers from her garden
this is by far one of the best gifts i have ever gotten in my life.
the only thing that she could have added would have been a crawler of yazoo dos perros.
6.13.2007
the hour grows late
i have got to quit talking.
i learned that without a doubt, tonite.
some guy just talked to me on the phone for an hour.
lucky for me, i am not a phone talker.
BECAUSE I DIDN'T GET A WORD IN.
jesus.
on a good note.
my future husband was really cute today.
he used the word slacks.
too bad i just learned his name
and can't remember how to spell it
to tattoo it on my ass.
i learned that without a doubt, tonite.
some guy just talked to me on the phone for an hour.
lucky for me, i am not a phone talker.
BECAUSE I DIDN'T GET A WORD IN.
jesus.
on a good note.
my future husband was really cute today.
he used the word slacks.
too bad i just learned his name
and can't remember how to spell it
to tattoo it on my ass.
6.12.2007
listening man
as i am pulling into my neighborhood restaurant to drink beer with my walking buddy, i turn on "outtheother" for the first time on WRVU. this is a great weblogger/local dj who has her finger on the pulse of indie music.
make that her fist.
normally, i listen to my ipod in the car.
like i NEVER listen to the radio in my car.
but tonight i do.
of course.
and the guest dj is the dishwasher.
what are the chances?
i have offended the gods.
i must do something about this.
what if i try to be nice to the next guy i go on a date with?
make that her fist.
normally, i listen to my ipod in the car.
like i NEVER listen to the radio in my car.
but tonight i do.
of course.
and the guest dj is the dishwasher.
what are the chances?
i have offended the gods.
i must do something about this.
what if i try to be nice to the next guy i go on a date with?
6.01.2007
if i should fall behind
i know that i have many things to do today.
i need to grocery shop.
i need to clean out my classroom.
i need to buy a baby shower gift.
i need to get a hostess gift.
i needed to go to yoga 34 minutes ago.
instead, i'm listening to bruce springsteen and calculating my realage on the internet.
apparently i'm really 26 years old.
will someone please tell the rest of the world?
i need to grocery shop.
i need to clean out my classroom.
i need to buy a baby shower gift.
i need to get a hostess gift.
i needed to go to yoga 34 minutes ago.
instead, i'm listening to bruce springsteen and calculating my realage on the internet.
apparently i'm really 26 years old.
will someone please tell the rest of the world?
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