So this morning I woke up smiling. I was just feeling really happy, even though I didn’t get much sleep.
So, I went downstairs to make myself my current favorite breakfast. Its strawberry yogurt with fresh strawberries and blueberries. Yes, boring, but what makes it so amazing is the granola. It’s chocolate granola. I love an excuse to eat chocolate for breakfast, and this is the best one I’ve come across so far. I’m not a big granola person, but I am a huge fan of chocolate. This stuff is the key to starting out a good day.
It’s made by this company called bear naked, and it’s kind of expensive(for granola) so it’s a rare treat I buy myself.
So I go down to the kitchen and I’m skipping around smiling like a fool because today is going to be a great fucking day and I’m about too have a ridiculously good breakfast. I take my time cutting my strawberries perfectly, arranging them in the bowl. I head to the cabinet and what do I see? NO CHOCOLATE GRANOLA.
Ok I understand that this isn’t the world’s most serious tragedy. However, had you seen the look on my face go from cartoonishly happy to what my coworkers call the “saddest-puff-in-the-world” face, you probably would have started to cry. Or at least shed a single dramatic tear.
So since I’ve never seen my father eat granola in my entire life, this clearly is the work of my evil sister. She ruined my perfect breakfast and for that, she will pay!
Or I will most likely not say anything because my sister scares me.
So tonight went surprisingly well.
I thought it was just going to be one hour of awkward coffee-talk and then two hours of awkward sitting in a movie. Though it turns out we actually have a lot in common.
Though I guess his technical title is not “bartender” but something like “Director of Beverage Service” but ATCDOBS just doesn’t have the same ring to it.
We bonded over some really strange things, like our love of Pilot G-2 pens (OK maybe I got a bit too excited about the pen thing). He knows a lot about wine and beer and I’m hoping I can learn something from him. Finally being 21 will make it a lot easier.
I was feeling a little nervous so I didn’t want to eat in front of him. I have a tragic habit of making grand messes, spilling on myself, flinging food across a table. Especially when I’m excited(for example, when talking about the Pilot G-2 clicky pen…God I am so lame).
He doesn’t really have a sweet tooth which is such a let down. Might explain why he is so skinny. I need to feed that boy. I’m worried I might break him if I touch him.
I didn’t kiss him at the end of the night. I’m generally OK at starting dates, but I suck at finishing them. As usual, I just sort of jumped out of the car and said goodnight. I guess I got a bit flustered.
Though I refuse to give Jen and Chris (a.k.a. Chrissifer) the satisfaction of actually successfully setting us up. They’ve been trying for months. If I hadn’t gone out tonight they probably would have kidnapped me and brought me to his house tied up in the trunk of one of their (color-coordinated) cars. So we have agreed to mess with them and tell them it went horribly. Though I doubt I’ll be able to keep up the act, Jen can usually tell when I’m feeling stupidly happy.