Friday Night at White Dog
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You know how I joked about going to bars in a sweater in my last post? Well, that's exactly what I did last night. I was in total hibernation mode: PJ pants, Penn hoodie, no bra, What Not to Wear illuminating my TV. I was fully reclined, ready for a night of relaxation when I got a text summoning me to White Dog for drinks. In almost all cases, I would have ignored this siren call, but it was a friend I haven't seen since winter break. We've had so many missed connections this month that I was afraid that pretty soon I would be off the invite list all together. So I sucked it up, put on my sweater and khakis, and walked the 8 or so blocks to White Dog.
Something great about that place is that it feels so homey. I could imagining this bar being in some weird kind of alcoholic grandma's living room if such a thing existed. Moreover, they had a whole collection of hot apple cider drinks served in a fancy glass with a cinnamon rim. It was a very soothing drink compared to the night before. It was also the type of place you could actually have a conversation at. Unfortunately, I was too tired to actively participate in said conversation but I appreciated the opportunity. The bar tenders were older men, which I actually liked. I felt like they really took care of me.
As for my personal challenge, I'm doing ok, but really starting to crave fast food. I feel like everything I've made myself tastes so bland. Either home made food is always bland or I suck at cooking. I'm pretty sure it's the latter. I need to get some better stuff. I had pasta last night which was satisfying, by my chicken today was blah. Help?!