I Wonder if He Knew How Funny That Was

Matthew McConaughey announced that his girlfriend is pregnant by releasing this quote:

"We are stoked and wowed by this miracle of creation and this gift from God, and so excited for the adventure that will come in raising this child, being a mother and a father, and shepherding him or her through this life. . . . from moms and dads, to family to community, it takes the best will and support from everyone to raise the healthiest children we have in society. . . . Wish us the best, keep us in your prayers, and God bless evolution. Thanks for being fans of me and my work and now this new and miraculous chapter in my life, as me and Camila and our child do our best to just keep livin."

The overall announcement is sweet and well written by a man who is most famous for not owning any shirts. However the part that I'm still chuckling about is "God bless evolution"...

Spur of the Moment Date

Is it spur of the moment if we've been trying to get together for a couple weeks now? I met Luke out at the Red Derby where we chatted with each other, the owner and the bartender. All very nice people who solidified my decision to make this my new neighborhood bar. The food looks fantastic, is inexpensive, it's a short bus ride up 14th from me and feels like I'm hanging out at a friend's house. We ended up playing a game of pool, then doing the crossword in the City Paper. I know, I'm a dork. Just before midnight, I realized how late it was getting and that if I didn't leave soon I'd be walking home which is not a good thing to do alone in that neighborhood at night. So Luke walked me to the bus stop, waited for the bus with me and gave me a quick good night kiss. All in all, an enjoyable evening and a great start to the YODA. We'll see if my luck continues to Thursday.

How Are You Still Working Paul Moyer?

So, I may or may not at times listen to Star 98.7 online while at work. Shut up - I work in a fairly high traffic area and I need something completely non-offensive. Granted, some of the songs they play offend me with their banality, but that is the price I must pay to listen to music instead of the attorney down the hall who does Google searches for his wife while she's on speakerphone. All of this is a lead up to say I got to start my morning with one of my hometown news anchors. Oh Paul Moyer, how I miss your inability to present the news in a way that doesn't grate on my very last nerve. Just seeing your face brought back the many years spent cringing in horror at your newscasts.

A Little Catch Up

The weekend between Christmas and New Year's Eve I was invited to go up to Baltimore for the Ravens v. Steelers game. My compadre Niki went to school with one of the Steelers and he offered up a hotel room for Saturday night and tickets to Sunday's game. I won't lie. I was more excited about spending time with my friend (she's in PA and I never get to see her) than the actual game since I am a 49'ers fan. That said, it was pretty fun being a guest of the team and having dinner with Nick. He's a super nice, funny guy and was incredibly generous that weekend. He took us out to dinner, then drinks (water for him) where we watched the Pats eke out their 16th win. The game itself was freezing cold, wet, and windy...first time ever I've been too cold to drink beer. Plus, Ravens fans are, unbelievably, more obnoxious than Orioles fans. Must be the city.

New Year's Eve I was all set to stay in for the night, having turned down a number of invites to do things, I really just wanted to have a calm NYE. Well, that ended at around 9:30 pm. After getting harrassed out by my friends and being assured that if I got all pretty we would NOT be hanging out at James' house, I trudged up to Columbia Heights (really, only 8 minutes away) whereupon entering James' house I found everyone ready to spend the evening in, offering the truth fact that telling me we would go out was the only way to get me out of my house. Damn their logic. I rallied them up enough to hoof it over to a local bar, The Red Derby (my new favorite neighborhood bar btw). We were able to get seats at the bar and had a lovely time drinking inexpensive beer. Having helped the bar staff open a couple bottles of champs right before midnight scored Mary and me two bottles to share between us. The boy next to me asked me to do a shot with him, and who am I to say no? He then asked if he could take a picture of me because he thought I was pretty...which was a little odd, bordering on creepy. He turned out to be a pretty nice, normal guy who kept asking if he could take me to brunch. Instead we are going out this Thursday. Let the Year of Dating Appropriately begin!

A Dark Spot on the History of Baseball

No, I'm not talking about the steroids scandal that we're in the midst of, I'm speaking of the day 3 years and 2 days ago when that bastard Arte Moreno renamed my California Angels to include Los Angeles. Before you ask, yes I'm still angry. I'm pretty sure Gene Autry is too.

Pssst!

So, after a long 9 month absence, I'm back. I'm not going to promise to post regularly. I'm not going to even attempt to sum up the time I was gone from here. I'm just going to pick up like I was never gone and you're going to be okay with it. 2008 has started off pretty good and considering that it has been declared the Year of Dating Appropriately, it will probably prove to have at least a few entertaining stories.

Song of the Night

Race Cars and Goth Rock - Butch Walker

What I can I say I come from racecars and goth rock
And what can you do, you're just California gridlock
I'm a broken down camaro overheated, but you'll never know
You're the one that caused this crash

Saw him and the Let's Go Out Tonites last night at 9:30. Absolutely one of the most fun shows I've ever been to and this comes the night after seeing Super Diamond. Three concerts in one week and I'm off to Boston in a couple days to have a lady date with my mom for Snow Patrol. I love Spring. All kinds of good shows! We're moving offices this week, I've got a date Friday and a full weekend and I've got a lot going on so more later kids. Kisses!

Was It a Date?

Rounds Two and Three:

The night after I went out with Bryan (who I keep talking with and I think would be interested if I cast out the dating line-I don't have time right now) I met XM at my bar for drinks and some food. It was a really great time. I adore him and love spending time with him. I just don't feel a strong desire to get the guy naked. It's incredibly unfortunate. We both spoke of dates we've been on since we stopped dating, it's been long enough to do that, especially since we were friendly and dating others when we first met. We stayed a couple hours and then he walked me to my corner where we hugged goodbye. No forceful, out of nowhere kiss this time which was nice. Right after I got home, I received an email from him giving me the link to a website we'd been laughing over (http://marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com/ - hilarious stuff people). Since then, we've emailed back and forth a couple times, but nothing serious, so I'm fairly certain what started as a date for one of us, ended not as one mutually which is perfect.

Flash to this past Monday when XM met Angie and me out for trivia night. First, thank God he met us out - I had been feeling out of it all day and was fairly useless in all things trivial (even more out of it Tuesday - turns out it was the beginning of a really bad stomach/intestinal flu - I've been home sick two days and it totally is not fun), moving on. So, we had a great time at trivia and it wasn't uncomfortable at all because, hey, last time wasn't a date, right? Well, he kept brushing his leg against mine, would let his hand linger on mine when taking the pen, drank out of my beer a couple times (hope he didn't catch my cooties), kept catching him staring at me (granted, that could have been the Evil Twin hair). He offered to drive Angie and me home. She lives on the Hill so she suggested dropping me off, then dropping her off at U Street so she could catch the bus and I agreed it made sense. He shot me a look that I can only describe as disappointed and then started to suggest another plan, which I interrupted to point out that the one we had made the most sense. He's just a hard one to read.

More importantly, we came in second place! Which meant $20 off our bar tab (first is $100 off). I think we fared very well considering there were only 3 of us, compared to the 5 veterans who beat us. We will be going back and we will be bringing a stronger team!

Shamrock Shenanigans

Last weekend was a bit out of control. What started out as drinks at our bar on Friday night to plan a fundraiser turned into lots of drinks at Buffalo Billiards and me waking up at a...friend's...house 20 minutes before my 9:45 am hair appointment Saturday morning. Luckily he lives within walking distance of Mazza so I was only 5 minutes late, but probably still buzzed from the night before. So much for the Year of Good Decisions. I would chalk it up to a momentary lapse of reason if the rest of the weekend hadn't happened...although according to my coworker, I can blame Saturday/Sunday on what has been deemed my "Evil Twin" hair because it is now way darker than I have ever had it before, near black actually if I'm not in direct light. It will mellow to a nice chocolate brown, but for now it's pretty damn dramatic. I like it. Anyways. I was starting to get a headache at the end of my hair appointment, so I made plans to meet my friend James for brunch at Wonderland. Bottomless bloody marys were just what I needed to take the edge off my headache. The plan was to go for a couple hours, head home for a nap and then head out for St. Patrick's Day. Well, that didn't happen. I ended up getting home from brunch (actually from drinks Friday night) sometime around 2 am Sunday morning. It was crazy. Seriously. At one point I said "What about me says 'coke whore' because I'd like to change it immediately" because I was offered coke more than once by a couple people. Me. The girl who has never even tried any drugs nor smoked anything in her life (except maybe 3 puffs off Agie's cigars from time to time).

Anyways, the Year of Good Decisions is back in effect. I've got a pretty busy weekend, but will try to catch up - I've been incredibly remiss in posting my adventures. I'm sure you're all dying to know what's been going on (she says sarcastically).

CBS Can Kiss My ASS

Maybe I should just chalk it up to living on the East Coast, but I much prefer to blame the network. It's bad enough they rarely show entire PAC 10 games on the network, even during March Madness, but to show commercials instead of cutting to the last minute of a 7 point game? And then when coming back from those damn this is our country truck commercials to just show a graphic of the score when there is more than 7 minutes left of the other game? GARRRRGH. CBS, if it weren't for How I Met Your Mother, I'd never watch you again...after the tournament of course because this Ohio State/Tennessee game is pretty darn good and my brackets are kind of depending on the Buckeyes.

Let's Play a Game

It's called "Was it a Date?".

Round One:
After a drink with coworkers last night, I headed over to Dupont to meet Bryan for dinner. I haven't seen him in about 10 months, so I wasn't sure how to greet him. He took care of that by giving me a big hug. We had a really great time at dinner, there was some flirting, catching up, a little digging on his part as to what I've been up to the last 10 months or so. He kept teasing me about my voice - I've been fighting a cold all week. When the check got there, out of reflex, I grabbed my wallet, then when he put way too much, I gave him some back. If I'm going to pay something, at least let me pay my part. We stayed talking for another 30 minutes and then decided we both needed to get home. He put me in a cab, gave me a hug and said good night. I don't think it was a date, but there was definitely a vibe (at the risk of sounding like Larry the neighbor on Three's Company) like it was. I'm confused.

Song of the Day

Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect - The Decemberists. This one goes out to George Costanza aka Art VanDeLay.