[many posts today means i'm bored at work and the boss is out.]

a few nights ago, i met a boy at a bar. we were at waikiki wally's, a supposed drag tiki lounge that really looked like a hawaiian-themed middle school dance hosted next to someone's pool. fake palms and torches next to a strange rock-formation fountain in the corner. the plus sides being: island-themed drinks in enormous portions; three sizes: mug, bowl, vat. the vats all come with a flaming center and several straws. i didn't partake in that strange thing but did have several blue drinks that tasted like cool-aid with rum.

i saw the boy from across the bar a few times and was startled by -- not only his lovely face AND his seeming interest in me -- but by his resemblance to Joshua Malina. Probably one of my most lusted-after quirky pseudo-jews on television. This boy wore dark framed glasses and a baseball cap.

It seemed like this boy -- lovely -- came over to the bar specifically to talk to me which made me nervous and pleased and giddy and terrified. I hate talking to people, especially people I think are attractive and ESPECIALLY people who find me attractive. But it seemed like things went well. I ordered another blue drink and he ordered a bud light. we talked about school and theater and dance and michigan. he kissed me and gave me his number. he smoked an american spirit outside.

of course, feeling cocky, we texted for a while before i fell asleep that night. and, of course, in my drunken sugar high, i went a little too far. a little too far in the world of the first meeting. glad i didn't go so far as to never recover. we'll see.

now i may be meeting him for a little mini meeting in the daylight at his job. just to say hi. see if we even recognize eacother. see if, through the haze of food coloring and fermented sugar cane, we are interested.

all this after my fittings in harlem with the kids. speaking of: