Orange Tic Tac

  After a tough work week, I eagerly hopped in my car and headed over the hill to Santa Cruz for a visit with my old friend, Amy. She and I always have ended up in one  kerfuffle or another, and tonight was no exception. We had a great dinner with lots of catching up and heart to heart talks. Onward to The Crow's Nest in the Santa Cruz harbor to listen to a cover band. We were sufficiently buzzed, thankfully, upon walking in, so the visual of the white mullet with a red electric guitar, the drunken cougars dancing on the floor looking for nonexistent prey, and the leering looks of several older guys were only mere speed bumps on our way to the bar. And it is at this bar that we make history. History in the form of mandarin vodka and Red Bull....the Orange Tic Tac. The goal? To see how fast we can spread the name of the drink up and down CA.  If you ever decide to try this delicious concoction, please order it as an Orange Tic Tac. If the bartender is unaware, please impart your knowledge and feel secure in knowing you have aided the mission.
   I did end up meeting a guy there, who was in town as  a participant in the clam chowder contest...yep.  But he was cute and very sweet. This was my first experience with a shaved head on a white guy...not bad. Here is the problem. Every time I meet somebody new, I find myself analyzing them and categorizing their various behaviors and attributes. While this is a great data collection strategy for scientific research, isn't dating supposed to be different? Aren't men more than the sum of their parts? Is this supposed to be a trial end error process? and if so...what is considered a valid trial? The whole error thing I have gotten down...believe me. Actually when I look at the guys I have dated over the last year, it is one long error list. Really there only needs to be one guy in the "right" list, but how will I know him if I meet him?
  Lastly, a shout out to my wing-girl for last night. She took one for the team in the form of a nonstop monologue spilling from the mouth of a large white haired drunk. I think she had a hangover just from listening to him...the night ended with a quick sprint to the car to avoid prolonging the torture. I am sure the thought of her amazing boyfriend helped pull her through.
 Tonight is an 80's night in the city with a screening of "Teen Witch" with Barb in the city. Awesome.