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| Pseudo-date recap |
| 10.09.05 (9:13 am) [edit] |
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I actually went out last night on a semi-social occasion with a man. (Translation: I did my hair, wore make-up and heels but it was not a date.) "Dustin" and I were going to go see a movie but we could not find a SINGLE movie that we could agree on. (I am not kidding.) Not even something that was a mutual compromise. He only likes sci-fi stuff or movies that don't make him think. I *hate* sci-fi stuff and can't stand stupid humor. He loves chicken wings so we were going to go to a friend's wing joint last night. It won "best jerk wings" in Atlanta at the festival I helped produce in April. I called the friend to see if he was going to be there - he told me he had opened a full-blown restaurant next door and to go there instead. "Dustin" was apprehensive about going because he has issues with valet parking. (I do too - no one drives my car.) I told him to just drive by the valets and park his own damn car. (It's what I do.) So we meet at the restaurant and were both able to park without a valet confrontation incident. When we got there at 7:45, the place was just about empty. Nice place - South Beach theme. We have a seat and order drinks. The owner/friend suggested we order the appetizer sampler. So we do. Comes back piled with jerk wings, calamari, chicken egg rolls, shrimp. ("Dustin" has issues with seafood and egg rolls, so he chowed down on the wings and raved about them.) By 8:15, the place is PACKED. We are the only white folks in the place. Everyone else is dressed up in nightclub garb. (Translation: I'm sitting there thinking "What the hell were you thinking hon?" A host of Glamour magazine photo ops with women's eyes blacked out to hide their identity) "Dustin" and I dated briefly but we just don't have a lot in common. He's a sweet guy (kiss of death?), really piercing eyes, thoughtful... (He told me my hair didn't look "that bad" - gee thanks!) We had cleaned our sampler plate and the R&B band was starting to play (a little too loud) so we chatted with the owner/chef/friend and gave glowing reviews. He wanted us to stay for the music, but I was uber-worn out, so we bailed. There was a LINE of folks waiting to get into the place behind a velvet rope. Apparently, I was not aware that this was the new urban hot spot. We were cracking up because we had planned on going out for a night of wings and conversation - and were dressed accordingly. Felt *REALLY* out of place. Nonetheless, the food was amazing. Drove home and immediately got out of the heels and washed my face. Couldn't stand having that ick on my face. Nonetheless, it was nice to get even a little bit girlified last night. |
posted by: almsthvn (reply)
post date: 10.09.05 (6:41 am)
oooh - just getting out of the house sounds hvnly... glad you got out for a bit :)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 10.09.05 (6:59 am)
Reply to: almsthvn
Paying for it now... I was worn out after getting dressed. I was smart and allowed myself an hour to lay down afterwards. Amazing how a shower and blow-drying my hair leaves me whipped.
"Dustin" IM'd me this morning laughing about how he felt like he was really out of place and how he felt like everyone was staring at us. I told him I sorta felt like a tourist or an animal on exhibit at the zoo.
by Redonthehead