even i am a snuggle bunny

so how many blog-worthy events can take place on one november afternoon?

lots.

first- arrival of lame email that you already know about.

next- prethanksgiving (pause for a second to observe the following: any activity sounds more legitimate when you call it a pre-something). i get myself invited to a friend of a friend's for turkey and such (most of the sides are well represented, but note the conspicuous absence of white-trash casserole). kegerator. giant big screen TV (sounds redundant until you actually see this humongous TV). NFL Sunday ticket, allowing the hosts to watch about 9 football games at once- they don't care about the outcome of any of them really, but the performance of the individual players may or may not have dramatic consequences for their fantasy football league... what was that i was saying about not understanding men? it's all good fun, but i feel compelled to go home to finish watching lofty french film noir to make up for. it would have been a classy redemption if i hadn't passed out on the couch in true, thanksgiving fashion. pre-sleeping?

and then, the crowning moment.
let's back up for a moment. saturday afternoon i'm running with my meddlesome blog-mate. acutally, she's really not meddlesome, so much as the go-between. the truly meddlesome one is my peripheral lifecoach who has stumbled into a potential set up for me and knows that my other blog half is always willing to act as my emissary in these situations. anyway, on saturday afternoon it's a "hey, we might have a guy for you."
now fast forward to about 9:30 PM on sunday night when i've talked to this guy on the phone and have a date with him next weekend.
still not entirely clear to me how this all evolved so quickly. you can imagine that it actually took multiple phone calls between the various involved parties. it's all kind of a blur of "no, i don't play tennis."
wait until you hear about the guy...