Still Broke & Single

We know we haven't blogged for awhile (sorry, Moms), but we experienced such a high level of douche-itude last night that requires an immediate response. After inhaling pounds of burritos and mini-donuts at the Latino Heritage Festival, trying to expand our cultural horizons, we visited a local drinking establishment. Immediately upon entering the bar at 3:00 in the afternoon, we were accosted by 25 loud, obnoxious members of the Des Moines chapter of Douchebags International. We just wanted to enjoy the beautiful weather of our "second Saturday," but this was not in the cards. Instead, this is what we tried so hard, unsuccessfully, to avoid:

• Men who refer to their wives as their "moms."
• Men who wear t-shirts with "Twat Yeah" on the back.
• Men who jump up and down singing every single word of Miley Cyrus's "Party in the USA."*
• Men who dance to Miley Cyrus's "Party in the USA."
• Men who repeatedly sexually harass the underage servers.
• Men who insist on wearing their cell phones on a belt clip.
• Men who lie about everything: their marital status, their children, their job, their age, their fiance's untimely death (sorry, dude - we don't believe you).
• Men who table hop, trying to find the girl who will most likely believe their crap stories, the girl most likely to not call them out, the girl most likely to bring them back to her college dorm room (remember, they have wives).
• Men who attempt to start fights for no apparent reason.
• Men who cheat at cards - and yes, this includes UNO.
• Men who ditch you immediately when your married friend arrives.

Now for the short update as to why we haven't posted for nearly a month:

• Kicking ass and taking names.

That's basically it. Included in this favorite activity of ours is the following:

• Trying to improve our health by eating better and working out. Shockingly, this does not include drinking copious amounts of alcohol and seeing just how much better we can cram into one meal.
• Starting school: teaching and learning. This whole work thing sure takes a lot of time and energy.
• Nerding it up every Tuesday night in Des Moines' premier trivia league.
• Hosting a Fantasy Football draft and talking a lot of trash.
• Not training for a 5k that we "ran" on Saturday.
• Prepping for the Wedding of the Century.
• Participating in a number of pants-off dance-offs.
• Hanging out at Des Moines' oldest cemetery.
• Joining every sports league Des Moines has to offer.
• Traveling to such amazing places as Knoxville and Melcher.
• Moving two apartments.
• Freaking out about money in general, and more specifically auto repairs on our two identical Corollas.
• Trying to find the one spot in the apartment that gets cell phone reception. And then apologizing to all our friends when the new phone resends every message from the last two weeks.

Basically, we've been trying to be semi-productive members of society. But we'll try to blog more. Sorry.

Dinner tonight utilized one of our recent purchases: a grill pan. We were so excited for this and deemed it necessary enough to spend a whopping $40 on it. (Remember, we're broke: that's a lot of money.) Upon cooking with said grill pan for the first time, we are perplexed as to how it's so different from a frying pan. Those fancy little marks sure are nice, though.

Flank steak with chermoula, sauteed squash and zucchini, red roasted potatoes.

*We were the ones who played this at the juke box, trying to empty the bar of d-bags. However, this turned into a pissing contest among different groups of gentlemen, seeing who could play the worst song. Unfortunately for the rest of us, this lasted two-and-a-half hours. Lesson learned.