Sun 3 Sep 2006
The plan yesterday was to meet up with college roommie Diana (who’s visiting LA this weekend with her Mr. Big) and some other people over at UCLA/Westwood in the late afternoon, and then Mr. W and I would go to our anniversary dinner from there to The Stinking Rose on Restaurant Row in Beverly Hills. Because, you know, one year together is enough time to emanate the stench of garlic through your breath and pores without fear the other party would be nauseated enough to leave you. The timing ended up being far off what with Diana’s running around and our errands before we could leave to LA, so we didn’t touch base at all. Today, however, promises solid plans to meet up with everyone for dim sum brunch, hanging out all day, and then a dinner at Killer Shrimp. YUM! Well, it’s as solid as it could be considering Diana is probably still toasted from “free flowing alcohol” last nite at the concert they attended. I hadn’t even heard from her about when and where we’re supposed to meet today, so of course the alcoholic consumption is just a venture, but knowing her, I’m probably right on the money. I’ll wait till 9:30 or so to call her and wake her up.
P.S. Dinner was great. The food, as always, is amazing at the place where “we season our garlic with food!”. Service was consistent with the amazing great service I’d been having all-around these past few weeks. Mr. W and I had some good productive conversations, and by good and productive, I mean that they were complimentary to me. =) The first was about my little black chiffon skirt, which Mr. W said “is sexy as hell.” I’m such a bad compliment-taker. I deferred it with, “I didn’t know hell was sexy.”
P.P.S. I entertained the thought of bringing along my laptop so we could do a Diana-Cindy Crossover Blog Event, and then realized/remembered that her Mr. Big doesn’t know about the existence of her blog, so I had to can that idea and remind myself not to mention the word “blog” when in their vicinity. I hope I don’t slip. Oh, the life of a secret blogger who likes to talk about her men on public web sites. 😉
He’ll probably just say “what’s a blog?”… “did you say blog?”…. is that like a blurry fog? hahaha
Perhaps Diana’s Mr. Big does have a blog talking about her too? That’d be too funny to hear.
Jordan – Diana and I had a conversation about an ex’s friends a long time ago, about how I couldn’t hang w/them and discuss stocks like I was doing right then, cuz to them, “stocks” meant little more than cows and sheep and such. And her then-boyfriend said, “Dow? What’s that? Is that like a female cow?”
Jade – That would be hilarious! Makes me want to start hunting around online. Haha, but he’s too honest to be sneaky like that. Kinda reminds me of Mr. W that way.
I just got back from dim sum with Diana and Mr. Big. He’s a lot better looking in person than he is in his photos, and he’s really nice, too. And…I WAS RIGHT. The first thing Diana said about the concert last nite was about all the different bottles of wine they busted out and consumed. I said, “I knew it!” and ALMOST slipped and said I had blogged that already.
stocks = cows and sheep… HOWL!!!! HAHAHAHAHA
well, I can’t talk medical issues with a lot of people because I have to explain too much.. it’s hard to talk about the things you do and not use the abbreviations or latin terms.
such as .. “we were waiting for him to void so we could straight cath”…
which some people would say “you were waiting for him to be void? like in extinct or gone? and then who’s Kathy?”
hahah nevermind!
ewww, just the mention of cath gives me the heebie jeebies. I’m one of those people who can’t be in a discussion about medical treatment. I can talk about epidemiology and things theoretically, but once you get down to describing how something is treated, I’m freaking out.
i almost slipped once towards the end of the night about my pinching you and how you should “write” about it. i am pretty sure no one else picked that up except for us and tim.
as for the drinking at hollywood bowl – my friends carried all that wine up to the upper seats so i couldn’t let all that effort go to waste.