My legs are shaved, my eyebrows are plucked and thanks to several of my more observant preschoolers having asked, “Miss Kat! You have a beard???” my… well, let’s just say I’ve sorted that out as well. Why all the fuss? Well, Date #7 is on his way to Philadelphia as we speak. In less than two hours, I’ll be heading out in my first cold-weather nightclub ensemble of the year (I’m thinking skinny jeans tucked into my high heeled boots) for a friend’s performance and—depending on traffic—drinks with a certain someone, his brother and his brother’s fiancé. Of course, I haven’t actually spoken to Date #7 in several days so who the hell knows whether or not he’ll actually show up. The bar’s to-die-for-cornbread may be the highlight of my evening.