So for the first time since I'd say about the 90's I didn't hate Valentine's Day. The thing is I didn't get a huge bouquet of flowers or any expensive gift. I ate take out and hung out. The thing that made it the best was the dude. He was so adorable and awesome. I'm pretty sure I have a crush on him. So we hung out all night, and then I was like I should go and he looked at me like I was nuts. So I spent the night and we snuggled (and other things) all night. Then I go to get up and go to work and yeah that didn't happen. Back to bed for more fun. He cooked me breakfast AND lunch. He showed me his collection of programming books signed by the author (I wanted to die it was so cute and dorky). And then we were sitting there, and he just looked over and said (out of the blue) "I'm sorry about your dad." The thing is no one has ever said that to me before. Not that I need anyone to. But it just kinda blew me away. After that I was sold.

Ok maybe not the best ever. But still super fun. Heres a pictorial run down:

Friday

These tater tots come with an unlimited supply of ketchup.


Lori Loves Tots


After signing away my soul to Camel Cigarettes I get free Ladytron Tickets. I think thats totally a fair trade.

Saturday- No pics from Sat as I was knocking boots till 5 in the morn. And really those pictures wouldnt be appropriate.

Sunday

Beer for brunch. We are classy ladies.


Cate enjoys Korean Fried Chicken.


Lordy. I had NO idea how good the Korean's fried up chicken.


Just to get a closer look...

Recently I met someone. And by someone I mean a boy who I tentatively like. He just called to see if I wanted anything in particular for dinner/drinks.

My response: "No, I'm easy."

Right after I said it immediately my brain is like "worst answer ever".

Then we both had a little laugh, and he said "I'd never agree with you on that." Good answer.

As for Thomas J. f him. It was his birthday on Monday and I chose to ignore that fact. He called me today to wish me a happy Valentine's Day at 8:30am. That call was forwarded to voicemail. I'm so over bald married dudes and so into programmer dorks with math degrees

Last night lilho called me to shoot the shit, like sisters do. Then in the middle of the conversation I hear "ok enough Sarah" and on the phone was Paulie. Aww so cute. Then to make the conversation even better he informs me he is going to some conference in San Fran and I have the choice of either hosting him in NYC or going to stay at (e:twisted) place with him in San Fran. I voted for San Fran. I'm totally excited. It's been a while since we had a BFF vacation.

In other exciting news, I'm hangin out with (seeing/dating or whatever the kids call it these days) a programmer dork. I think he might be more of a project than I'm willing to take on. Lilho said she thinks he just might be dusty, like his apartment. That made me laugh. He's willing to adopt my fish though (side note: I hate fish and someone gave me one as a gift), so he might be a keeper.

Oh and the astronaut in diapers still makes me giggle.

So a while back I turned 30 years old. As part of this momentous occasion my dear mother came into town. And what is one to do when you both run 30 and have a mother around? Why drink copious amounts of vodka, of course! So while everyone, including my mother, was drinking cheapo drinks at a hipster bar, Emily made a discovery that is priceless. My mother has Mike Ditka's cell phone number. She swiftly and secretly acquired the number and programmed it into her phone.

Now skip forward to the Superbowl. It just happens that Da Bears are playing. What better time to call Mike and see how he feels about his beloved team loosing? Emily apparently thought the same thing and called him. Better yet Ditka answered!



Also check out her archive, December 2007 to read about this picture and how it pertains to moi.



That's awesomeness all around.