I remembered to say goodbye this time. I think I’ll go more often.

Tonight I got my boyfriend’s boots shined at a different kind of club.

Number One wanted to get some geocaching in this weekend, so I prepared by checking the batteries in my trusty Garmin eTrex and watching MacGyver. We planned five hunts and found all five without much trouble, except for the incident at the strip club.

I’ve made it a goal to learn to enjoy the taste of fish. If you search for “learn to enjoy the taste,” it certainly seems possible to proactively acquire a taste for fishy things. So if you’ve been following along with the Fish I’ve Eaten list in this blog’s sidebar, I have some exciting news:

Yesterday, I had two servings of potato crusted tilapia with a scallion nage.

It was certainly the potato crust and scallion nage that I craved, but it was the first time I’ve wanted more of a fish that wasn’t deep fried or in a shell. I’m a bear swimming upstream.

If you’ve been following the underpants situation, I have an update. By going in commando-style, I was able to rescue one of the pairs of boxers. If this sounds familiar, it’s basically the plot of Rambo: First Blood Part II.

The boyfriend has also apologized for hanging a wet bathing suit in the locker.

I keep an extra set of workout clothes at the club:

• 2 shirts, one black in case the boyfriend works out with me
• 2 pairs of shorts, black
• 2 pairs of Hanes Boys’ Ankle Socks, size L
• 1 pair of Hanes Men’s ComfortSoft Knit Boxers

I don’t know why I forgot the extra pair of boxers, but that is just the beginning of the story. You read the end of the story. I’m not prepared to blog the middle of the story.

Please feel free to guess in the comments.

I was late to last night’s meet n’ greet because I was adopting this bitch. I won’t be at PodCamp Pittsburgh today because I’ll be eating this bacon.

I’ll see you at the after party.

Last night, Social Madia & I tried to go to one of our favorite Japanese steakhouses, only to find that it is closed Sunday–Thursday during “summer hours.” We tried a Vietnamese place down the street that is supposedly open until 9/9:30 p.m. (depending on where you look), but was not. We ended up at a sushi/Korean restaurant that closes at 10:00, but apparently stops cooking at 9:00. We were told we had five minutes to order, and no, not that dish, it takes too long to cook.

I love Pittsburgh, but there are downsides to living in a city that considers 9:00 late.

There are also many upsides to living here, like attending another wine tasting event by Rhomania and running into one of my favorite wine drinking buddies, Guy Peluso. Guy is planning some really exciting things for Pittsburgh, and I’m excited to be on his advisory board. And the tasting was at another Pittsburgh original, the Waffle Shop, so there were delicious waffles that I got to eat without Food Network in my face.

If we had known we were too late for Asian, Social Madia & I may have stayed in the neighborhood for Ethiopian. I’m thinking about writing a guide for people who want to live a metropolitan life in Pittsburgh. It would include a list of restaurants that stay up later than your friends’ kids. What else would be helpful?

I had a great lunch with Bryan Gratton at W.g. Grinders. I maximized my time to take advantage of the low parishioner-pastor ratio.

We talked about the different roles the church plays in people’s lives, and I tried to solve problems that I’m not qualified to solve. I asked about growing the church while confessing that I may be one of the least effective evangelists. I’m now working on that.

I was at Woozle‘s house after Mr. Dirby‘s 30th birthday party because he has been wanting to meet Nate the cook. Unfortunately, we both assumed the other had not been drinking, which in hindsight was a silly idea. Most of our ideas our quite brilliant, so this was unexpected.

We spent some time drinking wine and discussing superheros, and I tried to explain my observation that New York eateries sell too many options. For example, a chicken & ribs place in New York may also sell gyros, chicken gyros, and burgers. In a city with so many food options, this just doesn’t make sense.