Month: September 2011

That’s What She Said

A Short List of Utterances Made by Yours Truly During Last Night’s Flyers Game (Which I attended with my former flat mate, his fiancé, and Date #6, who had the sorry task of sitting next to me during my first NHL game ever…) First Period: What is everyone shouting?  Oh.  Let’s go Flyers.  That makes sense. Do you think they have Starbucks here? So [former flat mate] and [flat mate’s fiancé], I went to this wedding last weekend and the bride and groom did this amazing first dance, complete with lifts!  Are you guys going to do lifts at your wedding? You really should.  In fact if you started taking lessons now… wooooooooooh!  Wait!  What just happened?  Why is everyone cheering? Second Period: They should add rhinestones to their jerseys.  Then they could blind the other team when the lights reflect off of their shirts. How do you get to become one of those girls who skates around the rink shoveling the ice?  And how come the guys don’t wear skimpy outfits?  You know, for …

What is it with Me and Boys Who Like Hockey?

Tonight I’m going to a Flyers game with my old flat mate, his fiancé and my friend Date #6.  (And yes, I said “friend,” despite the fact that my BFF, who’s recently fallen in love with one of her own “friends,” keeps insisting otherwise.) I’m not really sure how this happened.  I mean, yeah, my flat mate emailed me to say he’d gotten tickets from his boss, and yeah, I was really excited about getting to see him and fiancé again and yeah, I invited Date #6 to accompany me (as per my flat mate’s suggestion) but I’d always thought that one of the main benefits of being single was that you didn’t have to waste valuable energy pretending to care about sporting events. I don’t give a rat’s *ss about baseball, football, basketball or anything involving the word “ball.”  In fact, earlier this year I wrote an entire post listing the reasons I was glad to find myself sans boyfriend during the Superbowl. So why did I agree to go to a hockey game?  …

The Front Runner

On Tuesdays, the traffic in Philadelphia is as such that I can either leave an hour and half early for work (thus arriving with forty minutes to spare), or I can leave forty minutes before my classes start (which is what the commute should take, plus a ten minute buffer zone).  Unfortunately, the latter option leaves me racing to the finish line week after week so I’ve been choosing the former lately, which is how I came to find myself with forty minutes in the parking lot yesterday. I used this time as any serial dating anthropologist would: to check in with my “informants.” The difficult part of keeping up with multiple men at once is not the emotional stress.  Oh no.  It’s the logistics (although don’t get me wrong: the emotional stress is pretty bad too). I’m going out with Date #6 tomorrow night, Date #7 is coming to visit the weekend after next and the Wedding Date and I are still trying to coordinate our schedules for a second night out. Do you …

Must Do Lifts

I’m late. After a weekend in upstate New York, a sixteen-hour work day and the launch of the Philly Tap Jam, I came home to discover that I’d missed something rather important: this morning’s blog post. (What? Did you think I was pregnant? Perish the thought! Contrary to popular belief, Date #6 and I did not sleep together. As such, it would seem that we’ll be able to remain friends, and I certainly hope we will because we’re slotted to go to a hockey game together on Thursday night and I don’t know enough about hockey to feign an interest in the score.) Getting back to this weekend, the entire Richter clan headed up to Poughkeepsie for the wedding of a family friend who, oddly enough, met her new husband online. (MySpace, granted, as opposed to Match.com, but still…) I’d been starting to feel pretty dejected about my own marital prospects (it’s been almost two years since I’ve had a proper boyfriend) and figured that eventually I’d have to settle for some half-witted, dual left-footed …

Friends With(out?) Benefits

Getting back to Date #6… we did indeed go for dinner on Thursday night.  On account of it being Restaurant Week here in a Philadelphia, we decided to try Cooperage, a wine and whiskey bar just off Washington Square Park. After my lunch date with the men of A.R.T.T.E, I fixed my hair, changed my shoes and headed into town to meet my friend-who-became-slightly-more-than-a-friend three weeks ago after a few too many glasses of red wine at the Fringe Festival Bar in Northern Liberties. Was it a drunken hook up?  Of course not.  He came to my show afterward, and I’d been thinking about hooking up with him for the better part of the summer (granted, I was always a drink or two in when such thoughts occurred to me, but surely the consistency of such thoughts is more important than the cause?) Nonetheless, I knew there was a lot riding on Thursday night’s dinner so I chugged a cup of coffee before heading out and resolved to pay very good attention to everything he …

My Deepest Date to Date

What can I say?  My first triple date with the men of A Ride to the End went so well that I decided to accompany them to a Quaker meetinghouse in Delaware County to see what it is that they actually do when they’re not busy serenading their hosts’ daughters.  (Apparently they actually asked my parents what sort of music I like in preparation for Thursday afternoon’s lunch date!  Is that smooth or what?) Admittedly, I wasn’t in the best mood when we all piled into my mom’s Volkswagen last night.  Between the Wedding Date’s busy schedule, dinner with Date #6 on Thursday night and Date #7’s rather ardent campaign to reclaim the lion’s share of my affections, I’ve spent the past week practically glued to my cell phone. (A word of advice to all would-be serial daters out there: don’t.  At least not unless you’re independently wealthy and can afford to devote ALL of your time to your “anthropological” endeavors.) I’m also choreographing a 30-student tap production number for this year’s competition season, for …

The Hillbilly Serenade

This post was supposed to be about last night’s dinner with Date #6 but you know me: why limit yourself to dating one man over a 24 hour period when you could instead date four?  Unfortunately, quadruple headers don’t leave much time for blogging so you’ll have to accept the following photographs as proof that my date with the men of A Ride to the End was absolutely the funnest date ever. (Did I seriously just say “funnest?”  Christ.  I need some coffee.) Anyway: here goes. Yes, that’s a bike.  With a banjo.  And a “surfboard” on the back… Grindcore, everyone’s favorite vegan coffee shop Ummm…what the heck? A rather sweet surprise Another rather sweet surprise: my very first hillbilly serenade (after which the laptop, banjo and mandolin suddenly made sense)! (Thanks, J and J :) ) Heart attack on a plate– check out the stratigraphy on this thing! More to come. Related articles Three Male Houseguests, One Quasi Single Bachelorette (katrichterwrites.wordpress.com)

Three Male Houseguests, One Quasi Single Bachelorette

As if it’s not enough to be dating three guys simultaneously, my parents have been hosting three (male) activists here at Casa Richter for the past week.  They hail from an organization called A Ride to the End, a collective of veterans and artists who are riding their bicycles around the U.S. to raise awareness about the situations in Iraq and Afghanistan, and frankly, they’re fantastic. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything even remotely political.  I used to be fairly active with CodePink and ANSWER and I even palled around with some Veterans for Peace folks and the Quaker lobbying organization, Friends Committee on National Legislation, back in the day, but what can I say?  I went to my first anti-war protest during my senior year of high school; I never thought the war would last until my senior year of college, let alone beyond grad school. Admittedly, I got a bit disillusioned along the way.  The fact that October will mark the tenth anniversary of the invasion of Afghanistan boggles my mind, …