Wednesday, April 15, 2009

wine

it puzzles me sometimes how my mind works. and the mad housewife on my breath probably isnt helping.


is it strange that i think of myself as a happy person, but never really find myself content?

is my advancing age forcing a maturity i'm not ready for?

do i think like a typical 34 year old?

am i bound by some type of contract to live out my past sins again and again?

can i cash in karma for happiness?

do the people i meet really matter in my life?

do i matter in theirs?

is there a wine that goes well with bacon?

i'll wake in the morning knowing the answers to al this and more.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

trivia and odd tasting dates

I'm excited about trivia tonight. but i'm also pissed that i cant go to lake city with the girls.  god i hope we can get back our old practice space and schedule.  this thursday/sunday thing is killing me :(


anyway today i went on a twitterdate.  not really... well kinda.  

about 2 weeks ago someone added me to their twitter whom i never met.  this happens occasionally so i dont think much about it... let voyeurs be voyeurs.  but a couple days later i check out her profile. she seemed interesting so i added her back.  now i'm the voyeur!  i make it a point not to add anyone to social networks that i've never met in person... i always thought it seemed creepy.

A couple weeks ago, I mentioned the arts fair and i got a tweet back asking where it was from this woman.  i give back the info thinking "wow now i might need a second hand to count the number of times I've used twitter for an actual purpose".

So, today while at work i read "who's buying me food?".  Since i usually eat alone/at my desk, i decided to step out of this shell and ask her to lunch... my treat if she picks the place and the time.  so that's the setup... so, i think it was officially a twitterdate.

I drive there telling myself that it's not weird that i'm meeting some complete stranger for lunch... and it's completely not weird that we did this through twitter... and i'm totally not going to do anything to make the situation more odd.  But in my attempt not to be awkward, i just act more awkward. 

I imagine this same thing occurs when talking to a comedian at a coffee shop.  take them off their stage or off their comfort soapbox, they're lost.  I felt that way today.  Trying hard not to do my "act".  trying to not over think it.

i cant wait til sunday.  bottle of wine awaits.