The Best Date EVER!

When: Friday, 6PM
Where: Somewhere between the World Showcase and Future World (this is Epcot of course)
Status: I'm completely drenched in sweat and craving A/C. I've been with George for more days in a row than ever in our relationship.
Event: George turns to me and says "I'd say this is best date we've been on yet!"
Result: A smile and big kiss from me!

Debrief: George and I have been on a variety of dates in our almost 16 months (and counting, yippee)of dating. We've kyacked, hiked, visited museums, taken a couple river tours and attended a symphony performance. We even have "own place"- a restaurant in New Brunswick called Raff's (to us). Ironically my favorite thing to do is takea walk around the park near by house and hold hands.Does that make me too easy to please? I hope not, because parks are free and refreshing and beautiful (if you avoid the ducks and their excretions!)

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

I want to break up with you, NYC. It's been great but you are high-maintenance, expensive and stinky at times. Deep down, I'm a Jersey girl through and through. I even have a hoodie to prove it. I daydream about Memorial Day weekend at the shore and taking walks in parks that, while they pale in comparison to the largeness of Central Park, are still just the right size. In fact, George and I were thinking about taking a walk the other day. Then April showers came upon us and we headed to the movies instead.

By the way, do not see "I Love You, Man" unless you have insomnia. It was one of those films which has its best parts in the trailer. The only thing I liked about it was the funky wedding tent made from cloth draping and the bridesmaids dresses. I kept whispering to George "I'm so sorry I owe you two guy movies for this dude." As usual, he was very reasonable and said "don't worry about it." That answer is so typical him but I'm thrilled to hear it just the same.

In other random news, I had a dream last night that I couldn't find the bottle of sunscreen I own. Okay so it's about two plus years old. I think deep down, I'm really hoping to go on a vacation sometime this year to someplace warm.

A Holiday Abroad

Today, as everyone worldwide knows, is 11 days before my birthday. Oh wait- I mean it's St. Patrick's Day today. The drunken noises below my office building are revelers in the New York City St. Patrick's Day parade. Inside, there's a suave luncheon with traditional Irish food wafting up the staircase. However, it stops at "Danny Boy"-I don't like the song, never will and right now a marching band's marching down the street playing it!

In the last month, I've entered myself in two contests to win a trip to Ireland. I have no idea what my odds are but for some reason it's been kicking around in my head for a while that I want to go there. I own more than more movie that has scenes in Ireland. While I'm a bonny lass by ethnicity there's something ethereal about visiting Ireland as an American.

I am a U2 fan as well as the Corrs so that means I like Irish music, right? Actually as I believe I mentioned in a post last month, George took me to see the Dublin Philharmonic (I still don't know the difference between a symphony and a philharmonic by the way). So I guess you could say I like traditional and contemporary Irish music. I have a feeling that by the end of the day one of the street musicians will play a stirring (or disturbing) rendition of "Danny Boy".