As anyone who has ever encountered me in their life can tell you, I have precisely zero chill when it comes to interacting with other people. I want to know where we’re going, when I need to be ready, what I should be wearing, how we’re getting there and so on. When I’m on my own I’m just kind of floating around the world doing whatever, but when my world has to align with someone else’s I NEED ANSWERS.
I don’t think it’s unreasonable to request advance notice of such things considering I need a solid two hours for my hair to dry. So when Nick had answers to zero of these questions at 6 o’clock on the Friday night he was in charge of planning, I countered my rising irrational rage with a margarita. Chill level: pro.
It didn’t work. I still lost my mind when he said, “Are you ready?” instead of “You look nice” when I was clearly already ready. Like I said, no chill. Anyway, the margarita is good.
Here’s what I did for this:
- juice of 1 lime + juice of 1 lemon (because I ran out of limes)
- 2 shots of silver tequila (whoa, killer)
- wild berry lemonade (quantity depends on taste preference)
- rim: dip lemon wedge in honey, run along rim of glass, dip in salt
The rest of the night was spent at a barbecue at the Whitehead Manor followed by late night pizza at Benny Pennello’s, a new spot in Noda known for it’s human head-sized slices.
I thought the pizza was awesome. $11 for two giant slices and two canned drinks. Cheap date.
Saturday was spent wrangling my temporary foster puppy, hanging out at Birdsong Brewery for my friend Kseniya’s birthday and visiting my mom (who’s watching my niece while her parents are on their honeymoon).
That’s it from over here. Hope you had a great weekend!