Friyayyyy! After the noon hour no less. What joy! What happiness! (Just kidding I’m really fucking sad and nothing will fix it at the moment.)
Yesterday, I engaged in some much needed therapy because I had a lot on my mind. The therapy: MEAT. So, so much meat. And friends! Friends are good too. (hey, girl!) My pants are still pretty loose today so I think I’m okay; I forgot to wear a belt. Caloriefest2016!
Recently, we started compiling a list of fun happy hours to try around town. The winner for this week was Primitivo, a new(ish) restaurant concept that offers up mostly meat dishes with everything smokey and delicious from their “wood, coal, fire, salt” cooking modality.
Three of us got together and housed 32 gigantic meaty ribs that go for $1.50 each during happy hour. The first plate of twelve was just one giant rack. When we went for twenty, they plated it like this:
Actually, that is not true. The top four ribs were sadly exiled to their own plate. Why!? We didn’t know so we moved it for my photo.
And we feasted. Hard. Because in addition to the ribs, we started out with some smokey tripe with tomato sauce and jalapeños. Then, in case that was not enough, we also ordered the ceviche. Yummy, yummy.
Yes, I ate all of my feelings. Yes, it felt great. Later, we went next door to the Jazz Market to have a cocktail and listen to some music. Did I mention that I was working through some shit? And had some seriously solid friendbuddies to roll with. Thanks, guys!
What a great idea to go see music because nothing helps the confidence like the lead musician literally singing to you directly. On the microphone. And then playing the trumpet oh so masterfully with those soft, soft lips.
Hello there, sir. Oh my gosh you are making me blush.
Who doesn’t like a public display of “Wow you are so gorgeous!” from someone that is pretty famous. Gahhhh! (PS – we made out!) Very PG but kissing nonetheless. Kissing! Me…kissing a man. An attractive, talented one! One that I assume is single based on the public display but I decided not to lead with that question.
It is as if everything about today – including the gloriously warm, sunny weather and flirting with a guy last night is an affront to my general feeling that today is hard and sad and I’ve got writer’s block for this work project and woe is I.
Hard and sad, I tell ya!
But it is almost over and at 11am I got a lovely text that opened with “Good morning beautiful…” from the sexy musician. I melt! He wants to know what I’m doing tonight but I think “Binge eating and reading my book alone” is not a very good response. I still didn’t write back. Ugh I am not ready to date. I hate dating! And I’m a crappy person for not writing back already!
Also seeing as my horrible insomnia had me up since the early dawn, I really am hoping to just curl into my bed and sleep as soon as the sun drops from the sky. Maybe a run first. That always makes me feel better.