the fall and rise and fall and rise of women's lib

being a girl is really fun.

tuesday morning i finally worked up the nerve to email to gracious hostess of the all-you-can-dreidel party (see previous post) to inquire about the cute non-neurologist and also fess up about the unfiltered foot-in-the mouth moment i had with another boy at the part whom she may or may not be dating (see previous rants about men and their conflicted emotions).

while i maintain that it wasn't entirely appropriate for this person to give me the unsolicited information that he knew the hostess from match.com, i wish i had kept my cool. instead i blurted out a typically unfiltered, "oh, you're that guy," especially since he wasn't that guy. i don't think i gave too much away, and he seemed pretty amused, but boy do i suck as a wingman.

so i apologized to the lovely hostess for my striking lack of tact and asked what she could dish up about the cute non-neurologist. i also emailed another friend who was at the party who seemed to know incriminating things about the brother of the cute-non-neurologist.

the wave of gossipy emails was followed by a frenzied episode of baking, after which i packed up a loaf zucchini bread and headed out for a boot-shopping date with my good blogmate. sadly there was no boot-luck for the big footed - apparently it's too late in the boot-season to get anything bigger than a size 6.5, but the day wasn't a total loss. we may not have sassy boots, but we did embark on the grate office clean-out of 2007 (i'd explain, but i think that story deserves a post of its own), and headed off to the gym for some fairly robust weight-lifting. i admit that benching the bar isn't exactly manly, but it's way tougher than the eliptical machine or assisted pull-ups.

i left the gym feeling pretty tough and liberated... but i got home to a slew of responses to my various emails, one containing a link to the cute non-neurologists j-date page. it's certainly true that i have all sorts of objections to j-date, but it seems that said objections don't stop me from voyeuristically looking at targeted profiles, or forwarding said profiles to my blogmate for further inspection. i also got separate emails from the girl who knows his brother and her husband, divulging the rest of the dish.

i had already had a pretty nice day of gossip, baking, organizing, and weight-lifting and i still had dinner and the lemonheads concert ahead. i'll admit that the pasta dinner and raspberry martini that preceded the show were pretty girly, and that i did my share of girly shrieking upon the site of the still-beautiful evan dando (stay tuned for another future post about reunion lemonheads concerts and the people who attend them), but there was absolutely nothing girly about my concert date and i quickly jump-starting her car before the show without blowing anything up.

so my muscles are sore, my house is full of baked goods, my friend's car starts and the office is clean. now all i need is a pair of boots and a date.