Okay. Let’s talk irony.
Had a date with a doctor last night.
Just goes to show you, doesn’t it?
Anyway. It was a blind date, only my second one ever, to my recollection (which usually ain’t that great, but I’m sticking with this number). I met her off that silly Craigslist post I told you about. She wrote back to me late in the game and sounded sweet and funny, two very good things. I wrote back and said, basically, Okay. Let’s get a burger. I’m tired of that whole Pre-Screening practice that happens on-line nowadays. You send seventy-two clever, witty emails back and forth, the precursors to a great love followed by a fabulous marriage and a stunning life, until the person says s/he loves eggplant and you think Oh, I could never date an Eggplant Person, and the correspondence is off. (Unless of course, it’s a Super Eggplant kind of person, then we’ll get along famously.)
So we made plans to get a burger. I told her I’d be the one in the orange sweater. Thought that was distinctive enough, no? I waited inside Barney’s, strangely un-nervous, and watched a group of three come in. Thought to myself, she’s cute, but she’s with other people, can’t be her. But it was, she had accidentally run into friends out front. She was tall and a little unconventional looking. I don’t know what I mean by that, exactly. Huh. But it’s a good thing.
Anyway, we had a very nice time. We met at eight, and I didn’t get home till almost midnight. We both wanted to talk more, so we walked to a local dive bar that I knew, and we sat and drank beers and laughed. I have NO idea what’s going to happen now, and I don’t really much care, to be honest. It was just nice to be out, to listen to someone new and interesting, to be listened to.
Nice. All right. ‘Nuff.
In knitting news: the lavender Lush is out for Rogue. Several well-intentioned friends have advised me that not only is Lush HOT as hell (and I could overheat in a snowbank), but after regular wearing, it haloes so much that the cables are obscured. And I am SO not making such a gorgeous sweater with such incredible cabling, only to have it be a fuzzy too-warm blob. That’s what my cat Adah is. I don’t need another one. I’ve finished the cabling in both sleeves (I had been doing both at once) and will finish them up, I think. And then in the future, I think I’ll just make a simple cardie to attach the sleeves to, but that’ll be after Cromarty. (I think I’ve decided to totally copy Cari and do Rogue, eventually, in Cascade 220, in that lovely green she has–she swears it’s not mint like The Sweater I Hate).
Ah, knitting. I think I alarmed J last night with the fiber-chat. I tried to keep it to a bare minimum, but to people with no yarn experience, completely obsessed knitters can be a little overwhelming. She has no IDEA that I blog. Don’t tell, kay?