Happy Wednesday morning!
Yesterday I received an email someone "bulked" out. It was a list of things you probably don't know, but probably should. Stuff like: our currency isn't made of paper, it's made of cotton; and 40% of McDonalds profits come from Happy Meals. OK. The one that got stuck in my brain was #4. Get this - a raisin dropped into a fresh glass of champagne will continuously rise & fall in the glass. Hmm. I probably dig drinking games more than the next person, but I can only imagine what prompted THAT discovery!!
I couldn't get that out of my head. And I'm a "prove it" kinda gal. And I had champagne in the fridge. And I had raisins in the pantry. And it was Tuesday & I have no job to be at Wednesday. These are the luxurious times to take advantage, I decided.
First glass. Pour bubbly. Add raisin. In a few seconds it DOES float wobbily up to the top, and hangs out for a brief moment before OMIGOD, it plummets back to the bottom, and wiggles some more!! My hand is on the telephone - THIS is news to be shared amongst my unenlightened friends! Before I dial I decide to check out the "continously" part of this. oops. raisin down. still down. still down....
Well, of course, the thing to do is to drink the first glass, eat the raisn (better than a worm!), and go for glass 2. The raisin just wobbles around on the bottom, threatening to rise, but never getting up (I'm not even going there - that's too easy!). Well, shit.
Glass 3. I am so focused on watching the champagne flute, certain that the raisin is going to pull a "stealth" move on me that I nearly saute my hand with the onions & shrimp I'm cooking. Another dud.
NOW IT'S ON!! I am NOT going to back off this research. I start wondering about the variables - the shape of the glass, whether the raisins should be golden instead of the dark ones, the dryness of the champagne.... I THINK it was after glass 4 that the brilliant idea came to me that maybe the glass needed to be DRY and not re-used. So I got another glass from the china hutch. (Today that seems like a really stupid variable, but....)
Glass 5 - new, dry, eager to serve. Doesn't make a damn bit of difference. These freaking raisins aren't even going up ONCE, let alone back down, and continuing the routine. I must push on for the sake of science!
Glass 6 - I intentionally chose the smallest raisin I could find. After all, the bottle of champagne is getting close to "E." Yaaaa. The little bastard rises.... hovers.... falls..... stays there.
Ah, well. I guess any further research should be done with a group of people, covering as many variables as possible. Maybe that will be my next party. OOOOOPS. In a nanosecond, I go from giggling & joyously serving my scientific experiment to....... realizing I am WAAAAAAAY too drunk and it sucks and I feel awful and it's just not fun anymore. Fresh air. I stumble around the block, praying a cop doesn't spot me staggering along, bra-less in my flipflops. This is NOT good. And extremely unattractive. I wonder if the pioneers of the raisin/champagne discovery had to go thru this. I hope not! Now, throwing up is one of my very least favorite things, but I'm thinking it might be in my future. So I clean the porcelain bus real well, cross my arms on it, lay my head down, and wait. and pray. After x number of hours, my cat comes in to see where the hell I am and demand some petting. At least I'm still alive. The experiment doesn't seem so intriguing any more.
God is good to me. I don't barf, and I jump out of bed at 6 this morning to take my walk. Luckily, sweating comes easy in Florida in the summer, even at 6 am. Putting the empty champagne bottle in the recycle bin makes me queasy. I don't think I want raisins for a while. I don't believe in "guilt by association," but, whatever - all I know is that the raisins don't look so good either!
I'm wondering what this has to do with a dating blog. Guess this entry would have to be a warning to any potential suitors of what could lie in their future! Run, dudes! Yes, I'm old enough to know better, but young enough not to care. Doesn't one of the A's in AARP stand for alcohol??? I'm a new member, so I'm not sure.........
Since most of my attention in the last month has been on finding my next job, I have contemplated converting this to a job-hunt blog, or creating a new one for that..... but, it just wouldn't be very funny..... sure, I could 'spin' it, but somehow it just isn't the same! :) so, dating on....
Last week, I had my 3rd date with Dave - Thai lunch again, this time in his neck of the woods. We are both very willing participants in the massive search for the best Thai restaurant in town!! Let no curry go unturned! Lunch was great, as was the company! I'm still marveling at how much I can be myself around him. Our appetizer was edamame pods, which we quickly discovered were actually TOYS!! When we realized how easily the beans squiggle out of their pods when pressure is applied, we began to play with our food. First, trying to pop them out & catch them in our mouths, then popping them at each other, and finally playing football as I set my hands/fingers up to be the goalposts, and he tried to "field goal" them in.
That didn't work so well, so we brought ourselves back to to adult world. Although he did share an embarrassing story that showed me how comfortable he is -- the Cliff Notes version is like this: handle hot peppers as part of dinner at a restaurant; use their bathroom before washing hands; realize urgently that was a mistake; run to sink to try to wash off/cool down Mr Winkie; little boy opens restroom door & the whole restaurant gets to see this in action. As he said, "it probably looked like I was trying to hump the sink!" I laughed my ass off. What a visual! (How neat that he feels comfortable enough to tell.)
After lunch I got to meet his airplane. No, that's NOT a euphemism for something else!! She is very pretty - nice sexy lines, like a classic car. Small. Very aerodynamic. And blue - my fav color! I asked him what her name is & he didn't skip a beat --- "for sale." Again, I cracked up. I like his sense of humor. I got to sit in the pilot's seat & he showed me all the gauges & dials & switches. It was awesome! Like a classic car..... only fly-able!! :)
Friday we had our 4th date - his first arena football game - and my Preds won! We both had a lot of fun, and the comfortable-ness continues - riding over, at the game & on the way back. We rode with friends, so there was a lot of talking & laughing. There are more things I want to know about him that I would ask in private, but that will come. We're hoping to plan something for this week.
Wow. He's seen me nervous; sad; silly; he's seen me curious; he's seen me carefully & seriously analyzing a new delicate culinary creation; he's seen me jumping up & down, screaming my lungs out at a football game; he's seen me with some of my dearest friends....... I have been completely & 100% MYself. Something I haven't been on dates in a while. No veils. No smoke & mirrors. And he isn't scared away. He's seeing the real me. And he is open to me. He's either going to like the real me, or not.
But he sure isn't going to have to wonder when the real me is going to show up!!
