No, I'm not a vegetarian
So I just spent the last 3 or so hours reading on the internetz about yummy food instead of reading applications. This means my weekend of free time is in serious jeopardy unless I do some marathon reading sessions the rest of this week. Note to self: do actual work when in the office.
So anyways, about the all important food: inspired by the awesomeness that is Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, I will make it my mission this summer to try and find the best hot dog and the best fried clams in Massachusetts/New England. I've already got ideas and places I'll be heading to sample the wares, but I can't wait to eat me some street food and deep fried goodies outside in the sun. I'll need to run in more road races to try and counteract where all those calories will go. No fear my friends (even if you are imaginary), I will document my summer cunliary journeys here. Why not some place more prominent where actual people will actually read it? Because I am A) lazy - I already have an LJ account, 2) I like the semi-privacy of this space, and... I've got nothing else. But mostly reason A: I don't have to create another account, such as on Yelp.
Recap on Valentines Day Date: a definite plus that he actually showed up. I'm still ruminating over it, but suffice it to say if he asks me out again, I won't say no. Any possible complications regarding exhibit T will be hammered out soon, I hope. I just can't think about it too much or I get all panic attack-y. Not a good sign. See, this is what I hate about dating/relationships: it turns me into a stereotypical female ninny.
I'll just think about hot dogs and fried clams now. Mmmmmm....
So anyways, about the all important food: inspired by the awesomeness that is Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations, I will make it my mission this summer to try and find the best hot dog and the best fried clams in Massachusetts/New England. I've already got ideas and places I'll be heading to sample the wares, but I can't wait to eat me some street food and deep fried goodies outside in the sun. I'll need to run in more road races to try and counteract where all those calories will go. No fear my friends (even if you are imaginary), I will document my summer cunliary journeys here. Why not some place more prominent where actual people will actually read it? Because I am A) lazy - I already have an LJ account, 2) I like the semi-privacy of this space, and... I've got nothing else. But mostly reason A: I don't have to create another account, such as on Yelp.
Recap on Valentines Day Date: a definite plus that he actually showed up. I'm still ruminating over it, but suffice it to say if he asks me out again, I won't say no. Any possible complications regarding exhibit T will be hammered out soon, I hope. I just can't think about it too much or I get all panic attack-y. Not a good sign. See, this is what I hate about dating/relationships: it turns me into a stereotypical female ninny.
I'll just think about hot dogs and fried clams now. Mmmmmm....