I'm waiting for Ike, what are you doing?

All the prep I've done for Ike? Beer and queso. Frito pies. Beans in a bag. I'm not excited, I'm not worried. I'm annoyed. (I'm currently watching some weather channel and seeing the waves crash over the seawall is breaking my little beach-loving heart. I was supposed to go down there next weekend for my birthday, but I guess that's out. So is October.)

So, Dates Two and Three with Coffee Date Guy. Date Two was seeing Cory Branan and Greg Barkley from OhNoOhMy. Mixtape Messiah had said Cory puts on a good show and she was not lying. He is hilarious and slightly crazy. Highly entertaining. If you enjoy singer-songwriter acoustic stuff and get a chance, go see him. We also really liked Greg, but I can't find any of his solo stuff online. My GoogleFu is failing. His songs remind me of high school angst, but not in a bad way. I think that even later in life we experience situations that take us back. Also, his lyric are funny. Okay, back to the actual date. I drove, which is always something to experience, but I think I wowed him with my superior parallel parking skills. I was late picking him up, and the place we were going to eat lied about thier closing time, so we just headed to the venue where dinner was Taco Bell. I bought tickets, he bought drinks. We talked and talked and he neglected to mention his birthday was the next day. Which I totally called him out on when he picked me up for Date Three. Turned out he just doesn't make a big deal out of it. Whatev, I so make a big deal out of mine. (In 6 days, y'all.)

Okay, Date Three was dinner and downtown. Dinner was good, Greek salad and lobster bisque. And conversation about his hair products. I swear, I wonder if he's gay and everyone's like "Just ask him." WTH? "So, um, what do you want to do later and are you gay?" So do not think I'll be asking that question. Anyway, I am leaning towards he's just shy and inexperienced. (Watch, he'll probably rock my world like no tomorrow. If it ever gets to that.) We went to a swanky hotel lobby, the lounge area, and had a really great time. Went out on the balcony and talked some more. I thought it was a perfect oportunity for a first kiss, but nothing. Did I mention he opened my car door for me at the beginning of the evening? And he likes museums, operas, plays and the like? But, at the end of the evening, we're still on the air hug routine. Sigh. Date Four is scheduled for tomorrow, some museum visiting, but we're playing phone tag tonight.

The second football game was not quite as bad as the first. 49-6. Third game was last night against a Catholic Academy. Score was 46 or something-0. And I managed to continue re-injuring my blasted ankle. That's about it on the football front, other than I learned the players have no respect for the head coach. He should probably leave then, you know, if they don't respect him.

I am a giant nerd. I bought the new NKOTB album. Haven't given it a spin, so I have no opinion yet.

Currently listening to Jackopierce. Love them. Love love love. I am so glad they got back together. I found them right as they were breaking up. No words to describe how I feel when I listen and the music takes me to a land inside myself, you know?

I'm a bit out of it, for no reason other than the atmospheric pressure. And waiting for the phone.

Out like Fabio

I am currently computer-less. I had to take my beloved Winston in to get the power port redone, again. So, I am having to steal time and use a public one and that is very icky.

This is basically to try to remind me what to write about later.

* Second date (and by the time I get Winston back, the third date)

* Second football game, not quite as bad as the first.

Wow, seeing just those two things up there kind of makes me wonder if I lead a boring life. I don't, I just can't remember what else I was going to do.

Time is just about up. I hope my baby is fixed fast!

Randomness hits again

First things first, the football game was craptastic. Seriously. Did you know that when a player punts the ball, it's supposed to go down the field, not straight up in the air?? And if opposing players are coming at you, the correct thing to do is step out of bounds rather than RUN THE OTHER WAY?? I know this, you know this. They do not know that. They need some serious help.

Second, I have a second date with Coffee Date Guy. He called Thursday and asked for a second date. We're going to see some live music and grab some dinner. A dinner date! I'm a bit nervous, but I suppose I should be fine.

Ok, so 90210 comes on tonight, the big premiere. I have it all set to record, since I'm going to an orchid lecture later. I will totally admit I know way more about the original series than any sane person should, but I will deflect that critism by saying I watch the reruns on SoapNet. Here's where my little rant starts. The creators of the original say they showed important issues like teen sex and addiction. Yes, but only for ONE episode. When Brandon wrecked his car, there were no lasting punishments or consequences. Dylan took him to an AA meeting and his parents bought him a new car. (This was supposedly the entire reason for the episode, so Brandon could get cooler wheels. See this.) The first season is chock full of one episode problems that are "resolved" before the end credits. Everything is just too easily wrapped up. For Chuck's sake, Brandon never got grounded or anything for being drunk underage and then wrecking his car, after the party he threw which he was not to be throwing. Ok, this is a stupid rant, but I don't care. It was only in later seasons, where Kelly becomes the damsel in distress, that they show long term complications. Oh, and everybody who says the show was done for Tori Spelling? Dude, she's barely cognizant in the first season.

I am eating the best thing ever. Refried beans from a bag. Kind of like instant mashed potatoes. Throw some cheese on top, deliciousness.

Ok, so as I was going to sleep last night, I was listening to the "50 First Dates" soundtrack. And as I drifted off, I kept thinking, "Wasn't Drew Barrymore in another movie with Adam Sandler about baseball. Oh, wait, that was Jimmy Fallon. FAIL." Yes, I actually thought fail. Why? Jimmy Fallon tries to hard to be the New Adam Sandler. Case in point: both were on SNL as memorable characters who sang. Oh, and they were both in movies with the Barrymore. Okay, so I don't have much more proof, I swear I did last night. And it was AWESOME.

And I am pissed that Gustav did not land farther west. We gets no rain, just HOT fucking weather. It should not be 100 damn fucking degrees in September, I don't care where you live. (The desert is an exception. The city? Not so much.) Please to be cooling off and raining, kthxbai.

Dates and other Lameness

So, tonight is the first high school football game of the season. I love football. As a wee child, I spent many hours playing with my older brother. I learned to walk on the football field. I knew every play they'd run before the ball was hiked. So, yes, I adore football. I enjoy high school teams more than college and pro. Number 1, the large college team in my town is full of boys who are just using it to go on to the NFL and and is way more expensive than I'd ever pay to go see a game. And the pros? In it for the money. HA! No heart, no soul, me no watchy. (This does not apply to my beloved Pats IF they are in the playoffs. Only time I watch.) Ok, where was I? Oh, yes, high school ball. It is way too hot and too early (hello, it's still August), but I will go and cheer and have a good time.

I had a date Tuesday night. Nice guy, pretty eyes. Didn't know children can talk before age 3. Hmmm. That made me laugh, but it was ok. Said "like" every 4th word or so. He's also 25. Not big, but a little young. I am not going to complain. Boy Wonder is the same difference, only he's older. Would go out with him again, if he asks. We went to a coffee shop and got smoothies and then sat by the water for our chat. It was nice until the Sorostitutes popped up and we left.

Why the hell did the landlord of Heath Ledger's apartment decide to raise the rent $4000? Will people actually pay it? Now, granted I do not live in NYC and I understand rent is high and space scarce, but still. $26000 a month for a place where someone died?? That's a little steep. But you just know that someone will rent it and totally try to pick people up using the line "I live in the flat Heath Ledger kicked it in." Assholes.

I have finally joined the Twitter craze. Still trying to figure it out, but I'm sure it will come easier. It's nice to get texts from someone other than E!Online. Although, I love those. $2.8 mil for a gold statue of Kate Moss? Genius. (Which I am not, because I couldn't spell it.) The Madonna picture was vomitous. She looks horrible.

Speaking of Madonna, let me go back to Coffee Date Guy. I am slightly worried he's gay. Evidence includes: going to the Madonna sing-along and wearing a hot pink boa and glitter; knowing who my purse was by and loving gossip and drama. He even got a twinkle in his eye about it. Who knows, my radar could be broken.

And I hate getting stood up. GBFF has done it at least twice this month and Band Camp Kid did it last night. I still haven't heard from him, so I don't know what happened. He may or may not be trying to get me back for not going to his wedding. Which was 4+ hours away and I had the food poisoning, so I didn't go. Ass.