So I had a blind date last night. It was rather last minute and took a bit of convincing but I agreed and went. We were seeing a Broadway show that was in town (JC Superstar) and meeting about an hour before hand at a nearby pub. I thought we were meeting for dinner. So of course I didn't eat anything before I left the house. Turns out we were just meeting for drinks. Needless to say I was hungry enough to eat my steering wheel on the way home. I went to McDonald's in a hot panic and thankfully they were open. I don't even want to know the calorie count. I was dying. It was literally a life-saving moment. Me and Micky D's! Totally not his fault at all- I didn't even speak to him until I reached out my hand to say hello. I just misunderstood. So he had a beer and I opted for a Diet Coke and we proceeded to chat away. I was not the least bit nervous knowing that I can talk to a wall and have a good conversation. He's in an industry that requires him to be a good conversationalist so we did have a good time chatting away. No real spark between us, but he was fun to talk to for the night regardless.

Have y'all ever seen that show? It was my first time (and the reason I agreed to go if I am being honest) and wow....a bit graphic during the second half. Not your typical happy go lucky Oklahoma type show. I wasn't expecting to see Jesus moaning in pain on the cross at a musical. And the guy playing Jesus has this huge (and fairly famous) resume but I have to tell you, I was not impressed. He waaaaay over-acted and I didn't love his voice. Ironically (or Christians should find the humor in this anyway), I thought Judas was awesome! Seriously, his voice and acting skills were remarkable. After it was over I kept saying, "I just loved that Judas!" Mary Magdalene was pretty fabulous too. Don't get me wrong, I loved it. And so appropriate this week too. But for those thinking of buying tickets, be warned that it is not a hug-while-singing-about-baking-cakes sort of show.

Yesterday afternoon I emailed Bestie telling her that I was going on this date. Her only piece of advice was to wear high heels. Now it was raining and cold and slippery and windy here yesterday (and today and tomorrow and....). And I really really do not like wearing heels. Just not my comfort zone. I have a few summer pairs that I think are comfortable but overall, just not my thing. I am queen of ballet flats. In style or out of style, it doesn't matter to me. I'm really all about comfort in life. I do wear heels when absolutely necessary- such as at weddings. And I feel very strongly that every bride should wear heels at least during the ceremony (unless she is on a beach or something of course). But for my everyday life, heels and crocodiles just don't mix well. Sorry Bestie. It's the truth! So I wore a dress pair of ballet flats. I think my outfit was perfectly appropriate for the event and I was comfortable all night. Had I worn heels, I would have been miserable walking in the rain to and from my car, etc.

So there is a funny thing that happened at the theater. During intermission I excused myself to join every other female on our required jaunt to the never large enough ladies room. One must walk down a rather long flight of stairs to get there (I'm sure there is some sort of handicap accessible way somewhere....I should hope anyway). So I am about 2/3 down the stairs (and please note that it is shoulder to shoulder women and men as everyone is rushing to powder their noses) and I hear someone scream. I turn around to see this elderly woman who is twice my size literally rolling down the stairs!! Rolling. Like legs in the air and upside down! She came to a halt as I fell to my knees to stop her. So I have her head in my lap and a woman about four stairs above me is holding her knees. Poor thing was totally upside down. Thank goodness she was wearing pants. So there were two of us helping her sort of get turned around and everyone else....? Oh everyone else just kept walking. Squeezing past her and walking over her and bumping into all of us. Really? Y'all have to tinkle that badly that you can't stop to help this woman stand upright? We did get her standing, though she was limping. I think she twisted her ankle and that's why she fell. When I was washing my hands she was using the sink next to me. I again asked her if she was OK and she brushed it off. Poor thing- I know she was mortified. I would have been tomato red with embarrassment too. I bet she didn't even feel any pain with the adrenaline of feeling so embarrassed. She probably woke up today throbbing though. Can you imagine?

So that was my evening. No wedding bells but I didn't go into it thinking there would be anyway. I had a nice night out with a lovely gentleman and a dramatic intermission story to boot. What more can a girl ask for on a Monday night?