Since the 2009 version of the Chicago Cubs aren't exactly running away with the division, I decided it might be nice to re-live some of the excitement of the 2008 season. I bought a ticket to the premier of "We Believe," a documentary about the Cubs and the city's connection to the team and its fans.
First of all, Chicago looks great in this movie! Of course, the city always looks pretty in the summer (in my humble opinion), but there's something about seeing Wrigley Field at daybreak from a helicopter view that's really quite cool.
Several Cubs players were interviewed for the movie and it's always nice to see who has personality and who doesn't. Fortunately, the Chicago Cubs are never short of 'characters.' I'll have to buy the DVD when it comes out because I missed several minutes of the movie as the crowd went bezerk (sp?) when now-former-but-still-ridiculously-popular Cub Mark DeRosa was on screen.
Opening Day 2008 got a lot of screen time and it deserved it. The Cubs trailed 3-0 in the bottom of the ninth inning when brand-spanking-new Cub Kosuke Fukodome hit a three-run homer to send the game into extra innings. I attended the game and I thought Wrigley Field would explode from the noise!
In what has become all-too-common occurence, the Cubs lost in extra innings. The film showed the dejected fans filing out of the park, hanging their heads. One scene showed a sad Cubs fan sitting all alone after the game's end with a sign that read 'Expect Great in '08.'
"Oh my God! That's me!" I said to no one in particular at the Chicago Theatre.
And it was!
I'm not a fan who brings signs and banners to show allegiance, but on that day I did. I don't know why. But now I'm in a movie.
Who knew?
Monday, June 15, 2009
Sunday, June 07, 2009
Let's get this summer in gear already!
It's been a pretty slow summer so far. Slow in what way, you may ask??? Well...several ways.
The Cubs have been only so-so performers after having been picked in the pre-season to pretty much run away with the division. I've seen recent signs of life with their on-again, off-again offense so I can stay cautiously optimistic, as always.
I've decided that Mother Nature really has something against Chicago. Yes, I know our winters are beyond-belief shitty with record cold air temps and peel-your-skin-off wind, but come on!!! It's almost mid-June and we should be in mini skirts and shoulder-baring tank tops.
But NOOOOOO!!!!
I can count the jacket-free days on one hand! Convertibles like mine were built for speeding down Lake Shore Drive with the top down enjoying the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. But I can't even THINK about throwing the ragtop down with all the rain and chilly breezes we've suffered through.
On the 'social' scene, things have been...well, up and down (and not in THAT way, you dirty-minded but lovely friends!)
Redbird Fan never called. Or at least, he never stayed on the phone long enough for us to have a conversation. What's with that? Guys always say they need to know they have the 'green light.' Well, hell! I'll hold the door open for you, but I won't push you through it!
Then there was C Neighbor who kept telling me he had a crush on me. I wouldn't hear anything from him for weeks and then a random text asking me to come by and cuddle with him. Cuddle??? We have never been on a date! We don't even know each other's last names?!?!
A baseball-themed theatre production convinced me to go out solo a few weekends back. The show was interesting and so was the 6-foot-4 guy sitting next to me. Actually, we had already talked a bit while I was buying my ticket and he was picking up his free ducat (courtesy of a pal who was performing in the show).
We chatted during intermission and after a confusing ending of the play, we both decided to go for a drink and try to figure out what we just saw. It was a nice conversation, so I traded business cards with Sniper (his name for going out solo, as he often does, too). We made tentative plans to see the Cubs game that Thursday.
I didn't hear my cell phone ring late Wednesday afternoon, but I called back to the work number that Sniper left. He left the message that he couldn't get a sitter for his son, so he couldn't go to the game with me. It was almost 6pm when I called back, so I wasn't surprised to get his voicemail, but was surprised to not hear from him again.
At all.
My volleyball friends all think that perhaps Sniper wasn't as available as he made himself out to be.
Who are these social misfits and why do I keep meeting them?
The good news this season is I've been keeping up with my 30 Day Shred workouts (probably 3 times per week), so when I finally do get a chance to show off my bod, it will be ROCKING!!!
Oh, and I just place a Victoria's Secret order, so I am staying cautiously optimistic there, too!
The Cubs have been only so-so performers after having been picked in the pre-season to pretty much run away with the division. I've seen recent signs of life with their on-again, off-again offense so I can stay cautiously optimistic, as always.
I've decided that Mother Nature really has something against Chicago. Yes, I know our winters are beyond-belief shitty with record cold air temps and peel-your-skin-off wind, but come on!!! It's almost mid-June and we should be in mini skirts and shoulder-baring tank tops.
But NOOOOOO!!!!
I can count the jacket-free days on one hand! Convertibles like mine were built for speeding down Lake Shore Drive with the top down enjoying the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. But I can't even THINK about throwing the ragtop down with all the rain and chilly breezes we've suffered through.
On the 'social' scene, things have been...well, up and down (and not in THAT way, you dirty-minded but lovely friends!)
Redbird Fan never called. Or at least, he never stayed on the phone long enough for us to have a conversation. What's with that? Guys always say they need to know they have the 'green light.' Well, hell! I'll hold the door open for you, but I won't push you through it!
Then there was C Neighbor who kept telling me he had a crush on me. I wouldn't hear anything from him for weeks and then a random text asking me to come by and cuddle with him. Cuddle??? We have never been on a date! We don't even know each other's last names?!?!
A baseball-themed theatre production convinced me to go out solo a few weekends back. The show was interesting and so was the 6-foot-4 guy sitting next to me. Actually, we had already talked a bit while I was buying my ticket and he was picking up his free ducat (courtesy of a pal who was performing in the show).
We chatted during intermission and after a confusing ending of the play, we both decided to go for a drink and try to figure out what we just saw. It was a nice conversation, so I traded business cards with Sniper (his name for going out solo, as he often does, too). We made tentative plans to see the Cubs game that Thursday.
I didn't hear my cell phone ring late Wednesday afternoon, but I called back to the work number that Sniper left. He left the message that he couldn't get a sitter for his son, so he couldn't go to the game with me. It was almost 6pm when I called back, so I wasn't surprised to get his voicemail, but was surprised to not hear from him again.
At all.
My volleyball friends all think that perhaps Sniper wasn't as available as he made himself out to be.
Who are these social misfits and why do I keep meeting them?
The good news this season is I've been keeping up with my 30 Day Shred workouts (probably 3 times per week), so when I finally do get a chance to show off my bod, it will be ROCKING!!!
Oh, and I just place a Victoria's Secret order, so I am staying cautiously optimistic there, too!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
TMI....to the nth degree!
I confess...I belong to another website besides Blogspot. And I've got heaps of friends who belong to it, too. This can be a great way to keep in touch. Or it can be a nightmare.
Periodically, I'll check out my friends' 'pages' to see what's going on in their lives. Not often, but I do this sometimes when I'm bored at work.
So the other day, I went on a friends' page and see that he had taken one of the thousands of quizzes that are offered by this website. Not sure what purpose these quizzes serve, except as excellent time-killers. The website designers come up with several questions and when you answer them, you are labeled with one of their titles. Something like 'Marilyn Monroe' (if you take the quiz 'who were you in a former life?' for example).
Anyway, my 'friend' has emerged from his "what kind of lover are you?' quiz as (apparently) an amazing lover, 'one who always leaves the partner hungry for a second go-round.'
Normally, I'd give the test-taker a hard time about their quiz results. There is NO WAY I'm going to bring this up the next time I see this 'friend'. I don't even know if I'll be able to look him in the eye. Now....or ever!
Why???
Because he's my nephew!
Periodically, I'll check out my friends' 'pages' to see what's going on in their lives. Not often, but I do this sometimes when I'm bored at work.
So the other day, I went on a friends' page and see that he had taken one of the thousands of quizzes that are offered by this website. Not sure what purpose these quizzes serve, except as excellent time-killers. The website designers come up with several questions and when you answer them, you are labeled with one of their titles. Something like 'Marilyn Monroe' (if you take the quiz 'who were you in a former life?' for example).
Anyway, my 'friend' has emerged from his "what kind of lover are you?' quiz as (apparently) an amazing lover, 'one who always leaves the partner hungry for a second go-round.'
Normally, I'd give the test-taker a hard time about their quiz results. There is NO WAY I'm going to bring this up the next time I see this 'friend'. I don't even know if I'll be able to look him in the eye. Now....or ever!
Why???
Because he's my nephew!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Verrrryy interesting!
So I mailed my business card to Redbird Fan, not knowing if he'd even get it before the tradeshow here in Chicago (which starts today, by the way). He travels quite a bit, I think.
At 4:57 pm, my cell phone rings and I check the display: a 314 area code.
St. Louis!
'Hello?' I tried to sound friendly but not overly so.
A man's voice replies, "Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong number."
And hangs up!
So who's the bigger chickenshit, me or him? I hung up when his receptionist tried to put my call through and he (or his friend/coworker) hung up when I answered.
There is NO WAY IN HELL that the call wasn't from him.
The tradeshow ends on Thursday. We'll see...
At 4:57 pm, my cell phone rings and I check the display: a 314 area code.
St. Louis!
'Hello?' I tried to sound friendly but not overly so.
A man's voice replies, "Oh, sorry, I must have the wrong number."
And hangs up!
So who's the bigger chickenshit, me or him? I hung up when his receptionist tried to put my call through and he (or his friend/coworker) hung up when I answered.
There is NO WAY IN HELL that the call wasn't from him.
The tradeshow ends on Thursday. We'll see...
Saturday, May 02, 2009
When all else fails, try the US Postal Service
Okay, so I stopped by the Merchandise Mart on my lunch hour the other day (where Redbird Fan's company has an office). I found the company, but the lights were turned off, no one home. Turns out, it's one of the many companies in the Mart that are only open during trade shows, not to the public.
The glass-enclosed space listed a St. Louis phone number, so I thought I could make a quick call and find out exactly when the Chicago location would be inhabited. The woman who answered told me that the company would be participating in a May 11-14 trade show (as Redbird Fan said). I mentioned that I had met one of her coworkers over the weekend and before I could finish, she had started to transfer me to him!!!!
I panicked and hung up.
Gimme a break! Just stop for a second and think of how that conversation would go, "hello, we met over the weekend. You don't know my name and didn't tell me what company you worked for or your phone number but I tracked you down..." Sounds pretty stalker-like, doesn't it? I didn't want to put this guy on the spot, so I chickened out.
On further review, I decided that maybe I could call back and be transferred directly to his voicemail. That way, he could decide whether or not to call me back and no one is pressured to make a split-second decision.
I'm not sure how this is possible for a company to have a St. Louis headquarters but be successful enough to also have not only a location in Chicago but one in the Merchandise Mart AND NOT HAVE VOICEMAIL!!
As a last-ditch effort, I placed my business card with "thanks for the beer. maybe I can return the favor when you're in town" on the back and mailed it to his company.
We'll see.
The glass-enclosed space listed a St. Louis phone number, so I thought I could make a quick call and find out exactly when the Chicago location would be inhabited. The woman who answered told me that the company would be participating in a May 11-14 trade show (as Redbird Fan said). I mentioned that I had met one of her coworkers over the weekend and before I could finish, she had started to transfer me to him!!!!
I panicked and hung up.
Gimme a break! Just stop for a second and think of how that conversation would go, "hello, we met over the weekend. You don't know my name and didn't tell me what company you worked for or your phone number but I tracked you down..." Sounds pretty stalker-like, doesn't it? I didn't want to put this guy on the spot, so I chickened out.
On further review, I decided that maybe I could call back and be transferred directly to his voicemail. That way, he could decide whether or not to call me back and no one is pressured to make a split-second decision.
I'm not sure how this is possible for a company to have a St. Louis headquarters but be successful enough to also have not only a location in Chicago but one in the Merchandise Mart AND NOT HAVE VOICEMAIL!!
As a last-ditch effort, I placed my business card with "thanks for the beer. maybe I can return the favor when you're in town" on the back and mailed it to his company.
We'll see.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Fraternizing with the enemy
ST.LOUIS - -Having watched my Cubs lose two games to the rat-bastard Cardinals in Busch Stadium, I entered the park rather quietly on Sunday. The concourse was overflowing with red shirts, my Cubs blue a serious minority hue.
You ever find yourself having a random thought - - not apropo of anything? Well, while strolling to my upper deck seat, my mind drifted back to the guy who is responsible for my Cub fandom. The One That Got Away was a guy I dated in college. We attended a university approximately 2 hours from St. Louis and I actually accompanied him to this city when he had a job interview (for a job he didn't get). I've had no contact with The One in about 20 years, but at that moment I wondered if maybe he lived in St. Louis and horror of horrors!! maybe switched sides and became a Cardinals fan! I shook my head to dispel that crazy idea.
As far as I could see, I was the only Cubs fan in my section. Although I never really trash talk about the opponent, I could see that this was not the time to start.
Redbird Fan and his pal arrived late in the first inning, attired in the red shirts that must be a required uniform in Missouri. Redbird Fan sat to my immediate right in the close quarters of the upper deck.
There was something familiar about him, something that reminded me of The One. Same height, similiar build, same hair color, same age and...no ring (yes, I checked). He was definitely a Cardinals fan, but at one point admitted that he knew people that live near Wrigley and he's been to Chicago several times. In fact, his company has an office in the Merchandise Mart and he was coming to Chicago next week???
I don't remember how we got on the topic of cars, but he told me that he drives a 1967 Lincoln. The hair on the back of my neck bristled. The One drove an old Oldsmobile (another huge boat of a car).
About mid-game, I mentioned that I was driving home after the game and was trying to figure out how to get to the Martin Luther King bridge (one of several bridges that cross the Mississippi River into Illinois). I pulled out my G1 phone with lovely GPS and map features. He pulled out his glasses and we huddled together over the small screen to check out my travel options.
Redbird Fan and his friend left to get beer just as the Cubs started to take a lead. They didn't offer me a beer and I was okay with that since I had a 5-hour drive coming up. I cheered on my boys and tried to ignore the ensuing dirty looks from my section. The remainder of my beer tasted particularly sweet as I watched Chicago put up even more runs.
The Cardinals seemed to have the wind taken out of their sails and the fans near me became pretty quiet. Redbird Fan picked up my empty beer cup, turned to me and said "I haven't taken any yet," and poured about half of his fresh beer into my cup.
I thanked him and toasted to a good rivalry, secretly impressed with this show of gentlemanly generosity. The simple gesture somehow seemed very intimate. It was as if we had an assumed familiarity. Very much like some things The One did when we were together.
The Cubs were leading 10-3 as the ninth inning started, so the Cardinals fans lost the faith and started pouring out of the stadium, including Redbird Fan and his pal.
We were never introduced (although I did catch his first name) . He never asked for my name or my number, but I'm pretty sure his pal (who was married and expecting his first child), harrassed Redbird Fan all the way home for this oversight.
So many guys don't know how to 'close the deal' and Redbird Fan had this characteristic written all over him. Here's the question:
Do I stop at the Merchandise Mart and drop off my business card at his company's office with a note 'thanks for the beer. Go Cubs!' ????
You ever find yourself having a random thought - - not apropo of anything? Well, while strolling to my upper deck seat, my mind drifted back to the guy who is responsible for my Cub fandom. The One That Got Away was a guy I dated in college. We attended a university approximately 2 hours from St. Louis and I actually accompanied him to this city when he had a job interview (for a job he didn't get). I've had no contact with The One in about 20 years, but at that moment I wondered if maybe he lived in St. Louis and horror of horrors!! maybe switched sides and became a Cardinals fan! I shook my head to dispel that crazy idea.
As far as I could see, I was the only Cubs fan in my section. Although I never really trash talk about the opponent, I could see that this was not the time to start.
Redbird Fan and his pal arrived late in the first inning, attired in the red shirts that must be a required uniform in Missouri. Redbird Fan sat to my immediate right in the close quarters of the upper deck.
There was something familiar about him, something that reminded me of The One. Same height, similiar build, same hair color, same age and...no ring (yes, I checked). He was definitely a Cardinals fan, but at one point admitted that he knew people that live near Wrigley and he's been to Chicago several times. In fact, his company has an office in the Merchandise Mart and he was coming to Chicago next week???
I don't remember how we got on the topic of cars, but he told me that he drives a 1967 Lincoln. The hair on the back of my neck bristled. The One drove an old Oldsmobile (another huge boat of a car).
About mid-game, I mentioned that I was driving home after the game and was trying to figure out how to get to the Martin Luther King bridge (one of several bridges that cross the Mississippi River into Illinois). I pulled out my G1 phone with lovely GPS and map features. He pulled out his glasses and we huddled together over the small screen to check out my travel options.
Redbird Fan and his friend left to get beer just as the Cubs started to take a lead. They didn't offer me a beer and I was okay with that since I had a 5-hour drive coming up. I cheered on my boys and tried to ignore the ensuing dirty looks from my section. The remainder of my beer tasted particularly sweet as I watched Chicago put up even more runs.
The Cardinals seemed to have the wind taken out of their sails and the fans near me became pretty quiet. Redbird Fan picked up my empty beer cup, turned to me and said "I haven't taken any yet," and poured about half of his fresh beer into my cup.
I thanked him and toasted to a good rivalry, secretly impressed with this show of gentlemanly generosity. The simple gesture somehow seemed very intimate. It was as if we had an assumed familiarity. Very much like some things The One did when we were together.
The Cubs were leading 10-3 as the ninth inning started, so the Cardinals fans lost the faith and started pouring out of the stadium, including Redbird Fan and his pal.
We were never introduced (although I did catch his first name) . He never asked for my name or my number, but I'm pretty sure his pal (who was married and expecting his first child), harrassed Redbird Fan all the way home for this oversight.
So many guys don't know how to 'close the deal' and Redbird Fan had this characteristic written all over him. Here's the question:
Do I stop at the Merchandise Mart and drop off my business card at his company's office with a note 'thanks for the beer. Go Cubs!' ????
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Spring! Smell the scent of pheremones in the air!
As it was FINALLY warm enough to attend a baseball game without shivering, I decided to watch my Cubs smash the visiting rat-bastard St. Louis Cardinals. Riding the elevator in my building, I ran into a young guy I'll call "C Neighbor." Apparently, he was meeting friends in the Wrigleyville neighborhood to watch an NBA playoffs basketball game. No baseball for him.
C Neighbor asked if I want to share a cab and when I tell him that I'm walking (such a beautiful day and all), he asks if he can walk with me. Sure!
Mind you, I've run into C Neighbor a few times either in the laundry room, lobby, elevator or sometimes at my favorite coffee shop down the street. We're not friends really, but not strangers either. Did I mention that we've never actually been introduced?
Anyway, we're walking to Wrigley Field (and people, he walks FASTER than I do!!!) and he lights a cigarette (strike 1), and starts telling me how he doesn't remember much of what happened last night after he drank so much (strike 2). He does remember spending about $200 for a bottle of Effen vodka (retail $40??) and he thinks he might have gotten thrown out of whatever bar they were in (strike 3).
Obviously, this is not a person I plan to spend a lot of time with. Nevertheless, our conversation continues and he's decided that I'm in my mid-30s (could I have underestimated him?) and he'd like to buy me a beer before I go into the game. Oh, and he introduced himself so we could actually call each other by name (geez, what a concept!)
He says he'd like to meet me for breakfast if I was planning to head to the corner cafe near our building. Asks if I go to church on Sundays. (geez! a guy who asks about church?) Said he'd like to go to church but hasn't found one for him (he's not Catholic, but he offered to accompany me some Sunday).
I met his friends at the bar. C Neighbor bought me a beer and tried to confirm the Sunday breakfast plans. I told him he could text me on Sunday and see what my plans were. (Fine! So I gave him my cell phone number, so what?!)
C Neighbor and pals take off to watch the NBA playoffs and I go into Wrigley and say Hello to my 'summer family.' Before the game starts, I get a text from C Neighbor asking if I'd like to meet for a drink later (if my evening plans end early). Told him I'd keep him posted.
Having just bought a pre-game beer from one of my favorite vendors, I turned around just in time to see Cub Man, a guy I dated about 7 years ago. He and a pal are sitting 2 rows in front of me! He stopped to give me a hug and later sent a beer vendor over with a second refreshment for me. Mid-game, we made tentative plans to stop for ONE BEER after the game (since both Cub Man's pal and I had separate evening plans). He asked if I still lived (over there, as he pointed in the direction of my high-rise building).
When the game went into extra innings, Cub Man and pal took off. (Of course I was staying till the end!) Cub Man gave me another hug and said I looked great. I said it was nice to see him (it was, actually, since I didn't run into him at any games last year and that's unusual).
After my Cubs pulled off the 11th-inning victory, I ran home to get cleaned up for a black-tie optional charity event for which I had bought a last-minute ticket.
Black formal gown, spiderweb-designed hose and a messy pile of blond curls atop my head, I thought it was a pretty good effort for short notice as I jumped into a cab only 45 minutes late for the start of this casino night/silent auction.
Fifties Frank started off nice enough, complimenting me on my dress??. Wait, no, he said I had a great body (or something to that effect). We discussed the auction for a little while and in just a few minutes, I knew ENTIRELY too much about his family, their struggles with weight (he wasn't fat, but not thin either) and where he fit in the birth order of his large family (youngest of nine, strange coincidence, huh?), and his recent occupational roller-coaster.
What started out as innocent conversation became a sticky trap and since I had no wingman, there was no one to pull me out. When the inevitable request for a phone number came, I had to sink to an excuse of bad timing (implying that I wasn't available to date). He was nice about it, but nevertheless, I took the opportunity to end the evening.
On the taxi ride home, I assessed the day's activities...beer (and potential breakfast) with C Neighbor, another beer (and cancelled third one) with Cub Man and charity auction smalltalk with Fifties Frank (so named for the horned-rimmed glasses and military-short hair).
Not a bad warm up for Summer 2009, right?
C Neighbor asked if I want to share a cab and when I tell him that I'm walking (such a beautiful day and all), he asks if he can walk with me. Sure!
Mind you, I've run into C Neighbor a few times either in the laundry room, lobby, elevator or sometimes at my favorite coffee shop down the street. We're not friends really, but not strangers either. Did I mention that we've never actually been introduced?
Anyway, we're walking to Wrigley Field (and people, he walks FASTER than I do!!!) and he lights a cigarette (strike 1), and starts telling me how he doesn't remember much of what happened last night after he drank so much (strike 2). He does remember spending about $200 for a bottle of Effen vodka (retail $40??) and he thinks he might have gotten thrown out of whatever bar they were in (strike 3).
Obviously, this is not a person I plan to spend a lot of time with. Nevertheless, our conversation continues and he's decided that I'm in my mid-30s (could I have underestimated him?) and he'd like to buy me a beer before I go into the game. Oh, and he introduced himself so we could actually call each other by name (geez, what a concept!)
He says he'd like to meet me for breakfast if I was planning to head to the corner cafe near our building. Asks if I go to church on Sundays. (geez! a guy who asks about church?) Said he'd like to go to church but hasn't found one for him (he's not Catholic, but he offered to accompany me some Sunday).
I met his friends at the bar. C Neighbor bought me a beer and tried to confirm the Sunday breakfast plans. I told him he could text me on Sunday and see what my plans were. (Fine! So I gave him my cell phone number, so what?!)
C Neighbor and pals take off to watch the NBA playoffs and I go into Wrigley and say Hello to my 'summer family.' Before the game starts, I get a text from C Neighbor asking if I'd like to meet for a drink later (if my evening plans end early). Told him I'd keep him posted.
Having just bought a pre-game beer from one of my favorite vendors, I turned around just in time to see Cub Man, a guy I dated about 7 years ago. He and a pal are sitting 2 rows in front of me! He stopped to give me a hug and later sent a beer vendor over with a second refreshment for me. Mid-game, we made tentative plans to stop for ONE BEER after the game (since both Cub Man's pal and I had separate evening plans). He asked if I still lived (over there, as he pointed in the direction of my high-rise building).
When the game went into extra innings, Cub Man and pal took off. (Of course I was staying till the end!) Cub Man gave me another hug and said I looked great. I said it was nice to see him (it was, actually, since I didn't run into him at any games last year and that's unusual).
After my Cubs pulled off the 11th-inning victory, I ran home to get cleaned up for a black-tie optional charity event for which I had bought a last-minute ticket.
Black formal gown, spiderweb-designed hose and a messy pile of blond curls atop my head, I thought it was a pretty good effort for short notice as I jumped into a cab only 45 minutes late for the start of this casino night/silent auction.
Fifties Frank started off nice enough, complimenting me on my dress??. Wait, no, he said I had a great body (or something to that effect). We discussed the auction for a little while and in just a few minutes, I knew ENTIRELY too much about his family, their struggles with weight (he wasn't fat, but not thin either) and where he fit in the birth order of his large family (youngest of nine, strange coincidence, huh?), and his recent occupational roller-coaster.
What started out as innocent conversation became a sticky trap and since I had no wingman, there was no one to pull me out. When the inevitable request for a phone number came, I had to sink to an excuse of bad timing (implying that I wasn't available to date). He was nice about it, but nevertheless, I took the opportunity to end the evening.
On the taxi ride home, I assessed the day's activities...beer (and potential breakfast) with C Neighbor, another beer (and cancelled third one) with Cub Man and charity auction smalltalk with Fifties Frank (so named for the horned-rimmed glasses and military-short hair).
Not a bad warm up for Summer 2009, right?
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