My friend Wild Irish threw one helluva bash last night, complete with boombastic DJ, overhead outdoor lights, tiki bar, personalized cups for the beer kegs, glow stick balls for night time fun, three sets of corn hole, and delicious food prepared by the guests - pot luck style. The Mustached Mystery Man's blackberry cobbler was warm, sweet and tasty. My Ninja Turtle burgers were a hit too. My cousin always sends me these "forward" emails, and one of his most recent included photos of these beef burgers smothered in cheese, wrapped in bacon, and adorned with hotdogs for turtles appendage. I thought they looked awesome and the guest of honor at last night's party included bacon in her wedding vows, so I just had to whip some up for her as a special treat. Mine were smaller than the original and my bacon weave didn't turn out quite as planned but they were tasty with a slice of avocado and tomato on a sesame seed bun.
The summer is sailing by, but I haven't wasted a single day. Thanks to my super mom, I got an early birthday gift that's been bringing me a lot of joy. Meet the XXX Caliber (really there's just one X, but three XXXs are just more fun. The bike is still being broken in, and I'm having a kick ass time doing it.
The master's degree program is better than expected and I'm in the middle of my second course and enrolled in my third. If all goes well, then by my 30th birthday in October, I will also be a home owner! I'm sitting down with the home owner next week for a little negotiation talk. The most exciting part about all this, is that if things go as planned - my little bungalow will get some much needed renovations and I'm going to install an open-air outdoor shower, which will be so refreshing during these 100ยบ+ days we get in the Carolinas.
I would say match.com is going well, but it's really not. I decided to create a profile after a sucky night of hanging out with all couples for the third weekend in a row and watching them PDA all in my face. We'll see how it does. I've already been stood-up by a dude that could play the ab-xylophone who signed his texts, "Will-i-am" - disturbing, for a short white guy. I got propositioned by a "wildlife/pest removal" specialist aka exterminator, (I'm sure he has some wonderful qualities) but I declined. Last night I'm pretty sure I let my friend write my phone number in permanent marker on her forearm to give to friend that was at the party, who showed interest. As I mentioned in my June post, most of my friends are planning their weddings, but it turns out they're kinda dreading hang up the "single" hat in the closet to collect dust. I wonder when the time comes, if I will to. It really can be a lot of fun.
