i’m trying to light it! April 8, 2008

have a bad habit. Doodling. Nothing in particular. Tonight I sat through a 2 hour city council meeting drawing line after line after line in every direction … basically making a series of cross-hatches. Halfway through the meeting our eccentric-and-endearing city attorney leaned over and said “Show me what you’ve accomplished.” I looked down at the series of lines,lines,lines and said “Nothing much. It’s nothing in particular.” He looked at it for a few seconds and still, “It’s still quite artistic.” And that was that.

I decided I have an experiment that can help you tell if someone is in love with you. Buy a carton of neopolitan ice cream with them. Get them really excited about it. Then eat all the chocolate while they are not looking. It’s better if you can do so in a very neat manner, as not to leave any mystery about the fact that you just like the chocolate best. If they open it and hate you - kick them to the curb! If they open it and smile at your endearing-albeit-annoying quirk - you’ve found a keeper.

My BFF is coming up to Ohio for 24 hours. Saturday morning to Sunday morning. I plan on getting smashing tipsy. That is not my usual style, and I haven’t been drunk in AAAAAGES, but life is good and with my BFF near there are few better reasons to celebrate. I don’t advocate drinking to escape your problems, but I think it’s a good thing to celebrate pure, good joyous days from time to time. I just want to daaaaaance. Dane Cook reference in case you missed it. We know the routine. It will start with martinis which lead to dancing on boxes to bad club music in downtown gay bars with men who just want to touch our hair and boobs (actually, take out the hair-touching and that’s not that different from a straight bar. But the chances of getting roofied are far less) and end with she and I gigglng hysterically and singing with the windows rolled down as her boyfriend drives us safely home.

I cannot wait.