I think last night was the first date I’ve been on in well over a decade. It’s been a good decade, mind you, but just no dating. Well, unless you count married dating, which is truly wonderful but doesn’t have the same sense of mystery and trepidation that one usually associates with dating in its pure form. Sure, I did have a brief relationship a year ago, but somehow we skipped the dating part and went straight from being friends to being involved. Hmm. I haven’t played terminology games like this with myself in well over a decade either.
Anyways, the date went very well. Dinner, drinks, and karaoke, as it were. We didn’t participate in the karaoke, we just observed. Which was suprisingly cool, because the House of Blues does a great live-band-backed karaoke thing on Monday nights, and the singers were all quite good. Plus the House of Blues is just a great little venue anyways. Feels pretty real for a Vegas joint.
I just used “real” and “karaoke” in the same breath. I guess I’m starting to go blind from the Vegas lights.
I think there will be another date.