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…

The Pittsburgh Saga, Part 2

On Sunday morning, Date #7 tells me to put on a pair of sneakers. “Sneakers?” I ask.  “Seriously?  I hate sneakers.”  It’s true: I don’t wear sneakers unless I absolutely have to, especially this time of year. “Well we’re going to be outdoors,” he replies. “Are we hiking?” “No.” “Then I can wear sandals.” “I…

It Would Seem as Though I’ve Been Stood Up

Judging by the contents of my table at the coffee shop, I’ve been stood up.  This is because there are two iced drinks at my table: an iced chai with soy milk (my all-time favorite this time of year)* and an iced latte (also with soy milk, although not nearly as good as the chai).…

Date Me, New and Improved

After a week in the Middle of Nowhere (Hooper’s Island, MD), I’m finally returning to civilization.  As I mentioned on Monday, my next date will be my fiftieth.  The way I see it, my big Five-Oh ought to be monumental because I’m tired of these lame Center City rendezvous in which I’m left to pay…

Please Step Away from the Cinnamon Bun

The Charlotte Douglas International Airport is a force to be reckoned with.  Starbucks outnumber restrooms and Cinnabun franchises—don’t even get me started on the moral dilemma that constitutes the Cinnabun.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to resist the delicate aroma of caramel-coated pecans when they’re stationed throughout the airport at twenty…

Writing Wednesday: A Day in the Life

Yesterday, I completed my first interview, by which I mean my first interview in which I was the interviewee and not the interviewer.  Despite the relative anonymity of the correspondent in question (a friend of a friend who’s writing a blog about writing), the experience was rather surreal.  I found myself saying things like, “I…

The Empire Strikes Back

On the occasion of yet another afternoon’s humiliation suffered at the hands of Temple University, the anthropologist in me feels compelled to offer a few remarks on the difference between institutions of higher education in the country of my birth (the US) and those in the country of my choice (the UK). (It’s either that,…

Of Snowflakes and Stalking

To celebrate Wednesday’s snow day (and reward myself for having shoveled the entire sidewalk and driveway), I decided to be truly decadent.  First, I rummaged through my mother’s closet for a dress to wear with my new tights, then I went to the bank to deposit this week’s paychecks and finally, I trudged up the…