Last night, I took myself on a somewhat great date… the exception being that I was going to go to a movie with me and the picture I wanted to see had started 25 minutes before. Now, if I had bothered to look up the movie time, I could have made it. I thought I’d just show up and see what was playing next, and as it turns out, close to 8:00 doesn’t really work for anything. There were two or three things that I wanted to see, but the one that was at the top of my list was “Florence Foster Jenkins.” The great part of my date was going to Z Pizza Tap Room, because I was able to get vegan pizza (my favorite because I love Daiya cheese and “sorta sausage” with lots of veggies) and my version of a Snakebite- Angry Orchard cider and a porter made in Alexandria… had to try it… my old “home town.” The sad part was that I could have used some humor, and hearing the REAL Florence Foster Jenkins when I was a teenager singing the Queen of the Night aria from The Magic Flute made me laugh so hard that tears and snot ran down my face and I was shaking so hard that no sound would come out. She does get some of the notes…..
After I finished my pizza and discovered I didn’t want to wait around for a 9:00 movie, I went to Cold Stone Creamery, where I had a scoop of ice cream that was half Rum Raisin, half Banana and mixed with walnuts. I should have asked for mostly banana with a spoonful of Rum Raisin, because the rum flavor was so loud the banana was lost. It was still delicious, though.
And last but not least, while I was eating at Z Pizza, I got a message from an old friend, Scoop, so named because she’s a journalist @ Politico, on OK Cupid. I’d basically sent her a message that said, “I was just poking around on here and clicked on your name because it said you were also from Texas and HOLY SHIT! I KNOW HER! That was months ago and she finally wrote back, because as she says, “you see how often I check this…” I don’t remember how Kathleen and I met her, just that we didn’t grow up in Houston together or anything. We met her here, decked out in every possible piece of clothing you could buy at University of Texas.
Anywho, I asked her if she wanted to meet me for a movie in Silver Spring. She doesn’t live that far away- somewhere in PG County- and she sent back a flirt that went straight over my head… and when she said that it was a lame flirt because she was rusty at it, I said, “you don’t want to date me. I’m a hot mess. You should flirt with Claudia Schiffer.” I love a good “Love Actually” reference.
I’m flattered, but I don’t want to date anyone because “hot mess” is accurate.
But it was nice to have two scoops.
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