…to give flowers. : )
Dating
I’ve been tight on funds lately and still pretty tired from my travels. Last night I decided to stay in and make dinner for 2 and catch up on Harry Potter so that I can see the latest one this weekend. My date offered to bring the wine and I could not stop laughing when I saw the bottles. We have this thing where we choose wine solely by the label since we’re both a little clueless about wines and it adds a little sense of adventure to the choices (totally winging it!). He chose the Little Penguin wine since I have a thing for penguins (it was actually quite wonderful) and then chose the polar bear label to go with the arctic theme. Doesn’t the image of a polar bear drinking wine just seem so absurd that it makes you laugh?
I just got back from New Orleans this afternoon and I’m way too tired to begin to describe just how amazing that city is. I got off the plane, dragging my feet, and was greeted by these lovely flowers…
They just brightened up this gray, drizzly day (and make my bedroom smell amazing).
I’ll be back (hopefully tomorrow) with my photo diary of NOLA!
Did anyone else watch the Rally To Restore Sanity and/or Fear this weekend? I wish I could’ve been there. I watched it here in NY though and I was clutching my stomach in laughter and slapping my knee the entire time. I loved it when the cameras panned on the funny/absurd signs people made. Here are some random ones that I liked:
Wednesday, I actually had plans to go out but I got home after work and after about 5 days straight of going out I couldn’t even move. I was on the couch shaking and sweating.
Thursday, I went Halloween costume shopping (you’ll see!) and planned on spending the evening cutting, gluing, and sewing. But then I came home to some news that wasn’t pleasant and decided I needed to go out to take my mind off things. My girlfriend, Kristin, and I got invited to a party at Greenhouse for Neyo’s birthday. I’ve had a great time there before and it’s not somewhere I go often so I decided to go.
Either I’m getting older or people are getting douchier…or both…because the experience was not fun at all. The place was crowded with rude men, girls in too tight too short dresses (and that’s saying a lot because there’s never too short for me), 1 girl with dreadful, gag inducing B.O., people pushing from all directions, and the following most awful guy ever:
This guy approached me and asked me where I was from. I said I lived here, meaning New York. He said, “I know that but where are you from originally?” I said Thailand. He said, “Oh, I could’ve guessed that.” I’m certain he couldn’t have or else he would’ve guessed that to begin with. So he asked, “Do you speak Chinese?” This did it for me. Why the fuck would I speak Chinese- I asked- Do you speak Chinese? “No,” he answered and tried to change the subject but I couldn’t even hear him anymore. I turned to Kristin and said- We’re leaving.
Honestly, is this all that’s left? My girlfriend, Hannah, said to me, “I never realized how much racial douchebaggery you have to deal with.” Please tell me there are still intelligent, cultured, funny (and bearded and tattoed) men out there. Please.