Ladies Night at the News

We checked out the Ladies Night special at The News and am pleased to report that it rocked. Chicks who buy a drink get a three course meal with a chioce of three entrees. I bought three drinks but still only got one meal.

On the way back from the ladies, I asked the bartender to send over the manager. From my seat, I watched her call him over and say something as she gestured to our table. Rather than just head over to see what was up, he spoke first to the other bartender, waited for our waitress to get back to the bar so he could speak to her and got the same response from all parties: shrugged shoulders and blank looks.

He finally walked up to the table with a big smile and introduced himself to me. Despite the smile, he seemed to be bracing for some confrontation. I shook his outstratched hand thefollowing exhange took place:

Me:"I found this wallet in the ladies room."
Him: "Oh. Thanks."

They should press charges against this lady too

And it should be noted that a person crossing Route 95 is not a "pedestrian". Such a person is called a "moron". A $55 dollar fine just doesn't cut it. If I still practiced personal injury, I'd sue her ass on behalf of the driver and take her house. That'll learn her.

What would Alanis say about this?

So the guy who, in another failed attempt to commit suicide, triggers a chain of events that kills 11 now faces the death penalty? Much more costly for the state of California than an open-an-shut investigation into a successful suicide but oh so gratifying. I have zero sympathy for this "cry for help".

Costa Rica or Bust

I have had absolutely nothing to blog about in the past few months as most of my time has been spent eating, learning to ski, moving into and decorating the new condo (Malrborough Street kicks The Fenway's-you heard it here first!) and sitting around with G. watching all of the "Blind Date" episodes Tivo can find for us.

Anywho, I am at a sort of crossroads as I am thinking of taking a vacation with one of my drinking buddies while G. heads up to the Vermont house to ski on President's Day Weekend. Let me back up: he has to go up there for that weekend as the share house he owns is full and he needs to make sure the hottub stays operational, that the fuel lines don't freeze (again!) and that no one throws a tampon into the toilet and clogs up the septic system (again!). I am totally skiied-out at the moment and am craving sunshine and really, really want to get the hell out of here but can I really go away without my Homeslice? He is not going to like it but he goes up to Vermont without me once in a while so it isn't as if we are joined at the hip every weekend.

This is big for me: I am used to doing what I want, when I want it without having to consult with/consider the feelings of a guy. I am also a little nervous about sort of taking myself out of the equation when it comes to the ski house. You'd feel them same way if the guy you were crazy about rented out the house you are used to having to yourself to girls you don't know (or like in some cases). There are guys in the house too but there are one or two girls that would not mind if I had decided to leave him for the long weekend. I am insecure about this for a reason and am trying to work through it by writing it all down.

What is my real problem? I am going to miss him for the four nights I am away (yes) or I am worried about him having a good time without me with people I don't really know? Both. This all sounds like high-school fluff when I write it down but this issue rules the day and I have to get by it.