Another weekend in the bank

And there was reason to celebrate as my monthly financial boat arrived and not a moment too soon. Ushering in the occasion in grand style, my roommates and I managed to get out for some fun. Thinking back, I believe that this is the first time the three of us have actually been "out" in quite some time. Funny how a slew of weekend getaways, significant others, random dates, colds, work, and movies really got in the way. But it was long overdue. We went to one of K's fave places with two of my friends and her harem of incredibly gorgeous friends.

We managed to snag a corner table and are utterly cooler for it. (I really enjoy buying my roomies & friends drinks; I hope that one day I'll be able to afford to say, "round of drinks on me," and actually mean it, until then it's Frosties all around.) A few libations and the dance floor beckons. As the three of us are grooving, J notices three fair Asian (Korean I believe) girls sauntering nearby. Of course she suggests that I should totally mingle. They both volunteered to run interference for me too.

I love the fact that J and K are so keenly intune with my dating life. And that's where things always get tricky. Jokingly, K said that one of the reasons that I should live with her is that she has lots of cute friends. Being in close proximity to numerous fun and attractive girls has only happened once before. And that was when I was in the middle of serious committed relationship #2 and for whatever reason she did not enjoy that one bit.

So here's the thing, I think I've talked to one of K's friends a few times and I think she's really cool. And while that may seem like a good thing I'm not so sure. On one hand, she knows that I'm an upstanding, disease-free, gainfully employed, witty, young man who can cook and is clean enough to live with two girls. Contrary to that, she also knows that I have schmoozed with my fair share of gals in the last few months. I don't want to come across as lecherous that's for sure. And I'm not really sure how to go about mentioning this to K. Last time I was interested in one of her friends, I totally went the high school route and that didn't work out well. Maybe I'll build her friend a cake or something?

But dating stories for another day as the crown jewel of the weekend was grill shopping with Mom & Dad.
I have this mental list of big ticket items that I want to buy, but I think a grill will be the most practical and enjoyable of them all. For a grill is more than just cooking over an open flame. It is the official smell of summer time. It's having people over on Wednesday night. It's Bring Your Own Meat. It's standing outside talking to my neighbor, watching the Little Leaguers practice and cooking my dinner at the same time. It's equal parts primal instincts and thoughts of "I'm cooking with gas" novelty aprons dancing in my head.

All that's left is to figure out a way for me to get the grill up to the apartment. The three of us celebrated with a center cut filet tenderloin. Just doing my part to keep PETA down.