Happiness

…is half of a Max Burger at 410 Boyd. (The EQUAL packet is for scale. AND Erin and I shared this puppy.) + a pint of draft Red Trolley Ale + laid back but attentive bartender/waiter Jared.  *Hi!* + great friends with awesome sense of humor...
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Working it

The four girls reunited for another girls dinner. This time, we feasted at Beachwood Barbecue.  Three of us did the appetizer-for-dinner with a skillet of the best Mac and Cheese on the planet, steamed clams, stuffed artichokes and a pot of cheese + beer fondue with lovely hush puppies, smoked meatballs, spicy sausages and some other fixings.  Aurora, who can’t even have a taste of dairy until she stops breastfeeding, nibbled on a few non-dairy items and enjoyed her plate of venison. We had a fantastic time up until the very last bites when the Lakers took a turn for...
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Single Girl Friday

Woke up feeling the blues and didn’t want to put on the happy, personal mask for the day, I stayed home and worked on designing web pages for work.  A combination of homesick, having talked to my dad last night and emailed with my brother this morning, feeling the odd sense of loss, and missing Brandon quite fiercely.  As it was proven, it was really good to be alone today. Ate leftover pasta for lunch on the couch, watching re-run of Firefly on Sci-Fi channel. Ran to Fresh & Easy to pick up single serving of rib eye steak, a...
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Forget it

The past three hours, I remember nothing of my past and impending sleepless nights, of work, of life. The past three hours, I made new memories with 3 girl friends over a bottle of wine, two buckets of garlic fries, a bowl of mussels, and a few plates of crepes. Lupe, Aurora, Lee and I went out for the “not girls night out” dinner at Le Creperie in Belmont Shore. It’s a totally Sex and the City moment, substituting sex talk with baby talk, work gossip and crazy observation of people.  LOL. At some point, we almost forgot we were...
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What’s that sound?

Good ol’ laughter.  It was unfamiliar. I drove in to work this morning. Conveniently, an impromptu happy hour formed around Erin. You see, Erin helped Dave with this big ol’ project. So he wanted to pay her back in alcohol for her good work. We jumped on that bandwagon and ended up at the Spring Street Smoke House. There we met up with Erin’s roommate and his friend…who are probably going to be reading this later on. So, hi guys! We were bitching about work. We were talking about cats. We were talking about crazy friends. And the Holy Hand...
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