It's Raining Men! (Okay...Drizzling)

After cooking dinner tonight, we were unsure of what in the world we could write about: we haven't experienced any significant emotional trauma in the last three days (more so just annoyance, kind of like a splinter that is just underneath your skin), we had an enjoyable weekend, and nothing overly scandalous occurred...shockingly. Perhaps there was a lack of alcohol, good decision-making, a full moon - the reason is unclear, especially because, as usual, there was plenty of alcohol, potentially poor decision-making, and definitely a full moon.

Upon further reflection (okay, one more glass of wine), we realized we did, in fact, have plenty to explain for entertainment value.

• Wednesday night, 11:31 p.m.; Thursday morning, 12:13 a.m.; Friday morning, 12:33 a.m.; Friday morning, 12:43 a.m.: We receive two ignored phone calls, two ignored text messages, and are two super-annoyed girls who have learned their lesson and will not "come over and cook dinner" in the middle of the night.
• Saturday morning, 1:45 a.m.: One of us is called upon, as apparently we are not "girlfriend" material but rather "taxi service." This would be okay if we were getting something (i.e. gas money, people) out of it. Perhaps he should return to that Thai prison.
• Saturday morning, 10:45 a.m.: Piecing together the events of the night before, one of us exclaimed, "I did what?!"
• Saturday morning, 10:46 a.m.: One of us untagged herself from the other's Facebook photos.
• Saturday afternoon, 2:30 p.m.: One of us attends a World Cup party with a new guy and has a blast. (He has a real job, a real house, real friends, and no sign of a girlfriend/wife/significant other. Therefore, in fear of pulling one of our classic moves and messing it up before it even starts, we will refrain from further mentioning him in this venue. See? We're learning!)
• Sunday evening, 6:57 p.m.: Upon waiting for the arrival of the guy we swore we would not mention again, on a patio in downtown Des Moines, we were approached by Lance Eisenstädt (see previous post) who was entering the establishment for a solo dinner. Because we hadn't had enough awkward experiences with him in the last two weeks, we decided to invite him to join us. And had a lovely dinner.

While one of us is flying high on the wings of a potential something good, the other clearly needs to go back to the drawing board.

(Addendum to previous post about where to not meet men: the middle of one of the city's busiest roads while you are chasing your dog - who apparently did not want her picture in a rainbow lei broadcast over the Internet - who jumped out of the window of your moving vehicle.)

Dinner tonight: seared filet with mixed-herb gremolata, roasted seasoned asparagus, garlic naan, and a fresh berry cream tart. (Note: this will not be prepared when trying to impress a certain someone who will not be mentioned again in this blog, as it nearly burned down the entire apartment complex. However, it was very, very delicious.)