Because I needed more Blog Fodder and I'm dangerously close to turning into a cat lady

So I agreed to go on a date last night. The details of this dude's identity are not important, what's important is: I could not have been less excited about this date.

He asked me to dinner for Friday night and I switched it to Thursday night because I already KNEW that dinner with this guy on a Friday night would be a perfectly good waste of a weekend evening. So Thursday night it was. He text me Thursday morning to make sure I was still game. I wanted to hurl myself off the top of the building where I work.

He text me some lame joke. I immediately started texting all my friends to see what else was going on that evening: "Hey, what's up? Doing anything? Watching Big Brother marathons? ANYTHING??"

Somehow all my friends were doing literally nothing. One of my friends was down to hang out, but he doesn't even own a TV and didn't feel like going anywhere, so I eventually decided that a free dinner was better than lying around on my friends couch, counting ceiling tiles.

I took a nap and was woken by Amanda and Andrew loudly *ahem* karaoke-ing in the living room. I guess they didn't realize I was still there. I didn't know what day it was or what was going on, all I knew was that Amanda wanted her eyebrows plucked and my hair was a mess.

So there I am, eyebrows in hand when I get a call from this guy saying he's in my parking lot, a-ready and waiting. I threw on a sub-par outfit and grabbed my keys.

Internet, I can honestly say that was the highlight of my evening. Nothing else to report. I was home by 9:30, Amanda was watching some show about midget chocolatiers that live in Salt Lake (we're gonna try to get on the show using Amanda's wedding as a decoy), and I flossed, brushed, washed and went to bed. It was the squarest of square nights and I'm not even mormom! Why am I even writing this post??? Oh yeah, Amanda's mom (our only reader) decided she wanted to know more about my love life.

Well, THERE LAURIE. Are you happy now? The only good news I have, currently, is that it's Friday and there is a party in Sugarhouse tonight. And we all know- ain't no party like a sugarhouse party because a sugarhouse party has boutique beer and compost piles....hmmm, it flowed better in my head.