Every year I go out on a date. This isn't really a hard and fast rule of mine. It just always ends up that I go out on a date and then 12 months pass and then someone invariably asks me out. This is always disappointing to me because it would be cool if I could say, "Yeah, I haven't been out in years," not "Yeah, the last time I went out was months ago." And the truth is, "I went out last night...and the night before...and the night before that," which would also sound really cool is not even within the realm of possibilities. So, right on schedule, I found myself on a date yesterday.

And, as expected, it was not even remotely normal. It was a little less scary than the date of '99. And a lot more emotional than the date of '03. I will spare you the details. Basically, it began and ended with a bet. In other words, it started with a shouting match at 11:15 pm and stopped with a passionate door step scene at midnight. Expense reports were thrown around pretty loosely and I think each of the four of us who participated could safely say we came out the loser.

The only person who could even remotely say that the night had a positive effect on their life was Adam, who participated in the athletic portion of event, and can now say that he beat a girl in tennis.

A little while ago, America found out who their next top model was going to be. Since then, I've been trying to figure out how to spend my Tuesday nights seeing as I haven't had to plan a Tuesday night activity since January 12, and in fact, had a really hard time when Tuesday night plans were made for me. I mean, sure, it's cool to hang out with friends who've driven 12 hours to see you, but, still, it's not everyday that Shandi cheats on her boyfriend. I had to take a long hard look at my life and decide which is more important: reality television or reality. My friend won over the reality show, but barely, and my energy was spent that night trying to expedite the conversation, in the hopes that we could finish all the catching up by 8:00PM.

So last week was my first Tuesday without ANTM and this is what I did to fill the hours and the void.


I spent the hallowed hour between 8:00PM and 9:00PM in silent meditation reflecting on how things could have been if only Shandi had won.

After 9:00PM, I resumed project Alias, which is basically my life right now. Someone gave me Season 2 on dvd and so my whole life has pretty much taken a backseat to watching all 22 episodes as soon as possible. In fact my days can be divided into two parts, which are; times when I am watching Alias and times when I am thinking about watching Alias. Sometimes people try to talk to me while I am watching Alias and our conversation inevitably goes something like this.

Person: Hi. My life is...in shambles/exciting/in your hands/ etc.
Me: Hmmm

At this point I decide if I will pause Alias. I pause Alias for one reason: I'm watching a scene with Vaughn and I know I'm just going to be rewinding it repeatedly anyway, just so I can watch him deliver his hot lines in his hot way over and over again.

Anyway, this post could be longer, but I just realized that I am wasting precious Alias watching time typing this.