update

most pressing news tidbit: i got my own irish boy for st patricks day!!! OT came out west as a surprise, and we partied hardy. note to self: somehow that little phrase isn't as catchy in the past tense. huh. anyways. tay-tay was here also...the first of my northwest friends to brave the 14 hour drive. we went to irish bar #1 and didn't have the attention span for the line. we overheard a lady say, "oh my gawd, DO NOT go downtown! it's CRAZY! they had to bring in out-of-town police as a backup!" needless to say, we hopped in the car and headed downtown. we headed for the 1st irish bar we saw. as we waited to be IDed we could hear LIVE irish music pumping out the door. the girls behind us immediately said, "oh my gawd, irish music?! let's go somewhere else!!", and left. irish holiday, irish bar, WTF were they expecting?

we went bowling one night. we cleaned the place out of their big-people shoes. we, as in not me, but the 4 guys over 6 ft with whom i bowled. somehow we ended up there during family hour, and let me tell you: this crowd was NOT family approved. more later.

so i avoided The Talk all week. i've been trying not to like him, and get him to not like me for three months now. no reason in particular, just trying avoid that messy thing they call love. we finally chatted on the last night, and it was MUCH better than i expected. ok, i don't know what i did expect. but he is serious! boys are rarely serious. i'm kinda excited! just a lil...