Saturday, December 23, 2006


Last night, I got engaged to my girlfriend, Dee.

We went to the restaurant where we had our first date and had a nice dinner. Afterwards, we walked across the street to the place where we had our first kiss. We kissed again and then I got down on my knee and asked her to marry me. She said, "Oh my God." a lot and hugged me and eventually said yes. We stayed there for a bit and enjoyed the moment and then hopped in a cab and went home.

The rest of the night was spent on the phone. Unfortunately for Dee, she also spent much of it in the bathroom as she came down with a case of food poisoning from work.

I have a fiancée.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Year 29 - The First Date

This post is the second in a series of thirty stories from my life. For more info click here.

I had only been 29 for a few short weeks when I came to the conclusion that there was a very good chance that I would be single for the rest of my life. This wasn’t a sad realization for me, it was simply true and I was completely fine with this idea. It helped that the last few girls I had dated at that point were completely crazy.

I had decided to move on with my life and not worry about trying to find someone to love. If someone happened to come along, great. If not, that’s fine too. The bottom line was that I wasn’t going to put much effort in to that area of my life anymore. In fact, I had put so little effort into dating that the last two girls I went out with asked me out.

Then girl number three came along. I had been working out consistently at my company gym for a few months and was starting to get familiar with the staff members there. Dee was the manager of the facility and we would make small talk from time to time and I didn’t really think anything of it. I assumed that she was just being nice because that’s good customer service. However, one day she stopped me by the towel area and we chatted awkwardly for a little while and I began to suspect that the Fitness Lady might be interested.

Not too long after our awkward little conversation, I got a voice mail on my work phone. Dee had decided to invite me to the “singles” Valentine’s Day party that she and her friends were having. Now I knew that the Fitness Lady was interested. Unfortunately, I had a fundraising event for pH that very same night. I let Dee know that I wouldn’t be able to make it for the first part of the party but that I would try to stop by after the fundraising event.

When the night of the party rolled around, took care of all of my pH duties and then sent her a quick text asking if she was still at her party. She said that she was and that I should stop by. I hopped in a cab and made my way over to the bar. When I arrived, things seemed to be winding down and I couldn’t find her at first. Eventually, I spotted her and saw her sitting there looking adorable in a cute little skirt and white t-shirt with a big red heart on it. It was also the first time I had ever seen her with straight hair. She looked hot. We chatted for a little while and the bartenders started herding people out the door. As her friends grabbed a cab, we stood awkwardly on the sidewalk. As I was about to ask her if she wanted to go out some time she said, “So, are you going to ask me out?”
I was caught off guard and said, “Yeah, I was just about to do that.”
I finally asked her out and we agreed to work out the details later since her friends were yelling at her to get into the cab. We hugged and headed our separate ways.

We met again on the very next Wednesday (Feb. 16, 2005) for our first date. I decided to take her to Feast, which was right down the street from my place. I walked there and she had her roommate drop her off. I was there a little early and sat in the bar waiting for her to arrive. Once she got there, we took our seats and made a little small talk. We talked about our awkward conversation by the towels and all the poorly-worded emails I had sent her. She looked great. She was wearing a white sweater with pink and brown diamonds (not sure if it counted as argyle since it was only one row across the front) and a very flattering pair of jeans. I snapped a quick photo of her with my camera phone, but had to do it again when she wasn’t happy with the picture.

After our delicious meal and wonderful conversation (I don’t remember exactly what we talked about, but I do know that we laughed a lot) we walked south down Damen to North Avenue where I would hail her a cab home. We quickly found her a cab and before she got in we kissed goodbye. It was easily the best first kiss I’ve ever experienced. It’s probably the best first kiss anyone has ever experienced. She got into the cab and I turned and walked back towards my apartment feeling light and happy. I knew something good had just happened, I just didn’t know how good yet.

Christmas Gift Idea


A new ad has appeared on the train in the past week or so. It features three attractive-ish women looking rather smug next to the tag line: "The few, the proud, the egg donors."
When you're running a fertility clinic do you really want to associate yourself with the Marines?
By the way, the website is if you are interested. Be an egg donor. Maybe they'll give you white gloves, a haircut and a sword.

Monday, December 18, 2006

More on Irvin...

Tonight, Dee and I sat down for dinner during the ESPN pre-game show for tonight's Colts-Bengals game. As soon as Michael Irvin popped up on the screen and began flapping his jaw, Dee said, "He's a clown."

Mind you, she meant that he is literally a clown. She wasn't calling him a name, she was stating a fact.

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Sunday NFL Countdown

When I woke up this morning, I turned on Sunday NFL Countdown on ESPN to get my football fix for the day since I knew I would miss out on watching the Colts game due to rehearsal. For the most part, I like the Sunday NFL Countdown broadcast. Chris Berman can be a little much, but Tom Jackson is good, Mike Ditka is entertaining and adds good points, and Ron Jaworski is the best football analyst on TV. I watch mostly to see Jaworski break down tape. I learn something every time. However, Michael Irvin is slowly destroying this program and it's becoming obvious that the rest of his colleagues on the set agree with me. I've noticed it before, but never quite as much as I did today.

Michael Irvin interviewed Terrell Owens on today's broadcast and basically coddled him through the entire thing. He sat there and let Owens trash Cowboy's coach Bill Parcells and basically call out his teammates on leaking his mistakes to the media. Irvin even let Owens wonder aloud why the media blows every little thing he does wrong completely out of proportion. Irvin merely nods and then asks quietly, "Is it because you're T.O.?" To which Owens responds, "Yeah, it must be."

What?! Are you telling me that neither of these guys know why the media puts Owens under a microscope? Have they both conveniently forgotten that he bitched and moaned and trashed his QB in San Francisco and demanded to be traded. Once the 49ers worked out a trade, he then refused to play for the team he was traded to (Baltimore) and went to Philadelphia instead. He then had a one good season and began trashing his QB in Philly and got himself suspended for the season by the Eagles. Then he went to Dallas, caused trouble for not practicing and, more famously, for an accidental overdose that put him in the hospital. This guy has a track record of being a HUGE ASSHOLE. Of course, T.O. doesn't realize this because he's the only person on the planet he cares about and Michael Irvin is one of his best friends, and he's certainly not going to call him out.

After the interview ran, the mood had obviously changed on the set of Sunday NFL Countdown. Berman pointed out some inconsistencies in Owens statements and Irvin tried to defend Owens. The rest of the broadcast team was obviously annoyed by Irvin's lame defenses. Tom Jackson then proceeds to rightly rip Owens for being a terrible teammate and for admitting that he's not "into it" on the field because of the way he is treated. Irvin defends him again. Ditka then takes Owens to task. Irvin defends him. Jaworski takes Owens to task. Irvin defends him and begins to look a little sheepish about it. You know, like the look you get on your face when you are defending a friend who is in the wrong. Normally, that is honorable, but Irvin is a broadcaster who can't let his personal friendships get in the way of his reporting. This was obviously the case today.

The high point (or low point) came while Irvin was defending something Owens said and they camera cut to Tom Jackson looking annoyed and disgusted. When they pulled back, you could see that Ditka, Berman and Jaworski were all visibly annoyed with Irvin. The mood in the studio was awkward.

It's time to can Irvin. He's not doing his job and his fellow broadcasters know it and are starting to show it.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Old Friends

You know what's fun? Getting emails from old friends. Especially when you haven't seen those friends since you graduated high school. Which was twelve years ago.

I just got one of those really long mass emails that fills everyone in on what's been going on the life of the sender. You're now thinking that I'm about to take this person to task for doing the mass-email-here's-what-you've-missed-the-last-twelve-years, but I'm not. In fact, I genuinely enjoyed the email. That's not like me, I know. You see, it came at the perfect time. I have been corresponding with another high school friend about a book that he wrote (I mentioned it in my last post) and I've been in that nostalgic kind of mood. I even sent a response. I'm even hoping that it will turn into a bit of back and forth that will eventually peter out when we realize that talking about ourselves over email is kinda boring.

So, that happened.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006


I'm an asshole.  I guess that's not really news because I'm always an asshole.  It's just that today I feel like an asshole.  I haven't posted anything here in over a month and I feel bad about it.  Yes, that's why I feel like an asshole.  Not because I kicked some old lady or didn't hold the door for a dog or whatever.  I suppose that not feeling bad about the times when I was actually an asshole makes me more of an asshole, but I don't really care because I'm an asshole.
Anyway, I've been busy (that's no excuse - everyone is busy) and here are some things that have happened to me since my last post:
-I went home for Thanksgiving to visit my family.  I got to see almost all of my extended family, including my uncle who is an astronaut.
-I went to a wedding that same Thanksgiving weekend in Indiana (only about an hour from my hometown).  My girlfriend's brother got married.  The reception was at the same time of the ND-USC game.  I guess it was good because I didn't have to watch the Irish blow another big game, but it sucked that I simply had to survive on text messages from my friends Chris and Bob (thanks, guys!).
-At the rehearsal dinner for the wedding, we each got cookies shaped like the Purdue 'P' logo (both bride and groom went to Purdue).  When the groom asked me how the cookies tasted I said, "Tastes like losing."
-I bought an all-in-one printer/copier/fax for our home office.  Send me a fax, won't you?
-I watched the Colts lose twice.
-I saw The Pillowman at the Steppenwolf Theater.  It was fantastic.  Dark and violent and not for everyone, but I loved it and found it hilarious and twisted.
-I got my hair cut.

-I finally finished my first big project for work.  Hopefully, recognition will come in the form of a hefty Christmas bonus.

-I "bought" my first ever batch of temporary tattoos.

-I read a book about boxing written by one of my best high school friends.  I enjoyed it quite a bit.  It's called Facing Tyson: Fifteen Fighters, Fifteen Stories. Check it out.

-I put up a really chintzy Christmas tree in my new home.  It's fiber optic.  It was also free.  We'll have a new one next year.

-I pooped.  Multiple times.