March 17, 2003

exposed and proposed

Have been exposed. Beans have been spilled and proverbial cat shaken free from its proverbial bag. Me-ow.

Am not cynical, bitter, life-hating bitch. Shhh, Alex. Just don't tell anyone else.

Took speedy trip to BigCity to celebrate birthday of eternally young Miss Goes Down and celebrate being silly with galpal, Jane. Had fabulous time as always.
Was v. well behaved, if do say so. Did not drink too much, eat too much (those peanut butter chocolate chip cookies do not count**) or shop too much. Only frivolous purchase was designer-knock-off purse, which also resulted in betrothal of yours truly to street merchant for five dollar discount. Suppose funny Nigerian man with bright white teeth is fine alternative to ending up lonely spinster. Dual citizenship and limitless handbag options? Could really not ask for more. Happily, Betrothal-Discount also applied to friends.

As spent most of the evening on cookie-inspired sugar buzz, did not do much birthday party imbibing on Saturday, but had marvelous time cavorting with BigCity friends. Finally met ever-elusive and quite charming Alex (J who?) and was nearly convinced by enchanting fellow to write a book. Also spent good ten minutes defending choice of ear accessories to someone who thought them to be just-too 80s. Oh, well. Can't win 'em all.

** Have decided that personal lust for food could simply be considered cute personality quirk if yours truly were underweight, flimsy speck of a gal. But as is, insatiable appetite for all things sweet and lacking in nutrition, is nothing more than predictable behavior pattern.

A: What shall we do, ladies?
J: I don't know, but this one is always up for eating.
H: That's not true! Hrmph. Fine. I am hungry.

Have headache. Must stop pretending to work and seek out Advil. Or chocolate.

Posted by This Fish at March 17, 2003 09:38 AM
Comments

Or chocolate Advil!

Then you wouldn't feel guilty at all about knockin' back the sweet stuff (or ridding your head of its ache).

Posted by: Texas T-bone at March 17, 2003 09:53 AM

Glad you had a good time.

Posted by: Michael at March 17, 2003 10:02 AM

I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo very thrilled you came! I had the bestest time!

Posted by: Ari at March 17, 2003 10:10 AM

So if you're gonna get married to a Nigerian, does that mean that you're going to be hitting me up to help him transfer $20 million out of the country?

Posted by: Frankenstein at March 17, 2003 10:33 AM

Mmmmm...peanut butter chocolate chip cookies.

Posted by: Indigo Steve at March 17, 2003 10:45 AM

carob. the healthy choco alternative!
oh who am i kidding. carob sucks. mmmm M&Ms...

Posted by: vectorgirl at March 17, 2003 02:18 PM

hurrah for big city, hurrah for boys.
love you miss. have a fabulous day.

Posted by: sas at March 17, 2003 02:46 PM

So jealous of Alex! :)

Posted by: Ric at March 17, 2003 04:43 PM

aaaah chocolate - the cure for all ills (except obesity) with love from a fat chocoholic ;-)

Posted by: alt31 at March 17, 2003 05:13 PM

Alex is right. You *should* write a book, you know. Heck, you practically have already.

Posted by: Lex at March 17, 2003 05:39 PM

dear fish-on-bike, i wrote to say i thought your blog was excessively pretty and now that i've read your words i can see it isn't just the cover that's seductive. you're a treat.

Posted by: Katherine at March 17, 2003 10:58 PM

I second the book idea. You could write under the pseudonym "Fish" and once you made millions, then you could reveal who you were because who cares then, you're a millionaire!

Posted by: Michael at March 18, 2003 08:24 AM

those earings totally rocked. And what do you mean nearly convinced?

Posted by: Alex at March 18, 2003 12:48 PM

Nice to have finally met you and I loved your earrings!

Posted by: Kambri at March 18, 2003 02:08 PM