chalk one up for Jeremy

So the blind date with "dog" never happened. My guilty-conscience'd friend hooking me up realized it would have been a disaster and called the whole thing off. Whew, dodged that bullet, right?... but what about date with bombshell? How would I get a good practice run in with a poo-poo-hurting before the real deal? Drats, foiled again it seems...

The answer, my beloved Gaines family, has and always will be found at the bottom of a bottle. Jack Daniels to be exact. Summary is as follows:

I arrive early... call her to check in. Shes in route, will meet me at the restaurant's bar.
I says to the bartender, I says "Jack and Coke please"
She arrives, IMMEDIATELY orders ginger ale and Jack. I think I'm in love already!
Go to the table, have a really, really great dinner, order drinks throughout.
Pay, then go back to the bar to have a good talk. It gets late, we say goodbye and go our separate ways.

All in all a really good, un-awkward blind date. Not bad at all. The moral of the story isn't so much getting hammered to have a good time or to act yourself... In fact, even with drinks-a-flowing, some dates will still always result in flaming wreckage. Being nervous about unforeseen events is normal, and will always happen to a certain degree. That being said, the moral we can all take away with is that a little jack and coke icebreaker never hurt anyone.

Cheers, bitches.