Monday, November 02, 2009

NaBloNoGo

Well, would you look at that? It's November 2 already, which means that after three years of perfect attendance, I have blown NaBloPoMo on the VERY FIRST DAY. I'm kidding, obviously. Did you honestly think I was going to do that to myself again this year? If so, you are hilarious. Or possibly, out of touch with reality. Have you not been paying attention to my lazy-ass blogging of late? Seriously: only seven posts since July. SEVEN. Obviously NaNoBloPoMo would be a much more likely calling for me this year.

Mind you, I have been keeping busy. I have been taking skirt-making classes and trampoline classes (whoopsie; I was supposed to write a Q&A about that, wasn't I?), and Saturday I hopped on the nation's only Pedal Pub and had an absurd amount of ridiculous (admittedly tipsy) fun. And here is where I prove what a lousy blogger I really am lately, because ordinarily this is the point where I would insert some pictures documenting the Halloween Pedal Pub excursion around St. Paul, but because I apparently forgot that I have a blog, I neglected to put those pictures on Flickr and instead housed them only in a not-easily-linkable-to-the-world album on Facebook. Hence, those of you who ARE linked to me there will just have to vouch for the hilarious-looking time I had. Everyone else, pretend the people in some of these videos are my friends (Note: They are not) for a general idea of what transpired.

Actually, it is just as well I have no pictures to link to, because I would rather tell you what I am about to tell you accompanied by no photographic evidence to help you speculate. And what I want to tell you is that my still semi-newish friend Melissa is not only kind and funny and an excellent yoga buddy and travel partner (scroll to the third-last paragraph if you're going to click that link); she is also a fine, well-matched wing woman for me. Why? Because Melissa indirectly orchestrated the inclusion of two new-to-us single males in this outing, and when I asked, "Are they cute?" she answered, "One of them is..." Fast-forward to Saturday, when, mid-Pedal Pub crawl I asked her, "So, which friend of [so-and-so]'s did you think was cute?" And she answered, "[Dude I personally thought was decidedly less cute]." And when I said, "That's funny. I thought [taller, nerdier dude] was the cute one," she replied, "I thought you might!" It's important to note that neither one of us actually made any progress with either of these strangers, but the fact that our tastes were actually fairly opposite I think bodes well for competition-free single-girl outings henceforth. Hurrah.

Following the Pedal Pub, I went to my pal Angela's house, for her now traditional Halloween chili. It was delicious as usual, as were the myriad varieties of cornbread on hand. I brought The Pioneer Woman's pumpkin spice muffins (with cream cheese frosting), which were, like all of her recipes, an undisputed hit. As usual, however, the muffins are gone but a half a bowl of frosting remains, and someone really ought to sneak into my house and remove that from my refrigerator before I spread the rest of it on chocolate chips or Triscuits or a flour tortilla, for lack of any more appropriate frosting vehicle on hand. Oof. Help me.

In all, it was a fine Halloween. I think I regained the last of the eight pounds I lost during my recent food poisoning bout (Crap; did I not write about that either? I'm not sure if that makes me a bad blogger or a good one...), and I also have a giant bruise on my left knee that I have little recollection of having acquired (Note: Not just a bruise, but a bruise with a fishnet-stocking patterned scrape atop it. I am not even kidding about that.). Each of those is a small price to pay, however, for a fun afternoon and evening with friends old and new.

So it's November already, and while this year that doesn't mean a post a day from me, I will try to do more than a post a fortnight at least. And I'll get to the trampoline post; I promise. Even not-so-burning questions require answers, I know.

15 comments:

3carnations said...

Sounds like a lovely Halloween, and how nice to have a friend with differing taste in boys. :-)

flurrious said...

I love the PedalPub FAQ. "Can I drink alcohol on the PedalPub?" "Yes, on private property ... and in Minnesota!" Ha. Oh, midwest.

Jess said...

I think the title of this post is hilarious.

lizgwiz said...

You know, you don't HAVE to have a frosting vehicle...just eat it up with a spoon. ;)

Sauntering Soul said...

Oh Liz, you are so right about that.

MplsMel said...

Glad to be your wing woman! It's fun. You just have to agree to return the favor :).

Noelle said...

I'm not officially doing monthly blog posting, but I thought it would be fun to see if I can do a daily post that's no longer than a facebook status or a comment on another blog. I always seem to find more witty things to say in that format.

steve said...

That Melissa is pretty damn cool, and an excellent drinking buddy.

-R- said...

The Pedal Pub sounds dangerous to a klutz who is also a serious lightweight (aka me).

LaraBoBara said...

So, wait - the Pedal Pub is a bar that you pedal yourself around in? That sounds both lovely and annoying.

courtney said...

See, you have plenty of topics with which to entertain us! Hop to, Stefanie. :)

Ang said...

I was glad you and Andy stopped by, that blue wig was great, by the way.

Alice said...

oh man, having a wing woman with opposite man-taste is AWESOME. even if nothing comes of it, you still don't get grumpy about hypothetically hitting on the same men. perfection!

nancypearlwannabe said...

Stefanie! I need your posts! I miss you terribly.

courtney said...

What NPW said. :)