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I Blame The Sangaritas

So, as most of you know, I accidentally reactivated my Plenty of Fish account and went on a date last Monday. In the spirit of teachable moments, here is what I learned: If you’re going on your first first date in nearly three years, you should not—I repeat, DO NOT—order a Sagarita. I’m still not entirely sure what a Sagarita is but it involved triple sec, wine, rum and tequila. If you’re a moron and do end up ordering a Sangarita, don’t order a second. No matter how pretty it is. And if you’re stupid enough to order a second, for goodness sakes, stick to one deadly cocktail and don’t go switching to wine, then cider and finally back again. Why? Well, for starters, it’s not a good idea to get drunk in public. Especially on a date. Especially a first date with a man you met on the internet. But that’s not even the worst part. The worst part is that you might find yourself out with a nice guy, and at some point …

A Not-So-Happily-Ever-After Ending

It’s over.  The end.  Finito.  I don’t quite know what to do with myself now.  It’s officially summer— I should be going to the beach or working on my tan or scouting out my next bar-of-choice for Wednesday’s Center City Sips Happy Hour (I take Center City Sips very seriously)— but there’s a huge void in my life now.  Plus, I kind of hate the beach. I know I should move on and get on with my life and find something new to occupy my time but after last weekend, I just can’t stop thinking about… … all of the new tap numbers I want to choreograph! (Whoops!  Did you think I was talking about Date #7 up there?  My bad…) Yesterday marked both the end of the Philly Tap Challenge and this year’s student recitals.  Now I have a huge, gaping hole in my life (and a huge, gaping hole in my right foot thanks to the duet I performed on Saturday night, but the less said about that the better). I have a …