Ahh, the joys of database management.  That’s what will be my refuge today in the world of  statistics reporting.  Sometimes I even envy myself.  But in all seriousness, the wine and chocolate tasting was lovely.  It’s nice to spend time with my aunt, and be surrounded by a bunch of professional chefs (okay, I felt a little, um, inadequate.  I can’t fault myself for not being a chef, can I?) There was this chocolate-coconut-lime truffle paired with a white wine that had some sort of lemon-lime infusion (or whatever the word is) that was stellar.  They also served us pizza before hand.  I may have mentioned before that I’m not a huge pizza fan, but I figured food was advisable before alcohol.  Everyone went on and on about how great the pizza was, but honestly (and like I said, I’m no chef) it reminded me of Chuck E. Cheese pizza.  But it was a fun time.  I did go on that date.  It was fine, he was nice and smart and shy and seemed nervous.  There wasn’t any of that, um, what do you call it, that connection you feel when you know you’re going to like someone.  So, I doubt there will be a second date.  One thing I’ve noticed about New York City is that men are weirdly bitter about women.  They assume all women are just looking for a free ride; yet the majority of men who have those prejudices are the ones that end up with trophy wives who are indeed looking for a free ride.  I’m solvent. I’m not looking for anyone to take care of me.  I can take care of myself.  Dating is fun.  I think I will go hibernate in a cave for the rest of my life.


Oatmeal with sour cream
Green Tea with honey


Low fat vanilla yogurt
Mixed Berries (blackberries, strawberries, raspberries)


Salad with lettuce, tomato, cucumber, carrot, feta and homemade vinaigrette
Brown rice and lentils with grilled vegetable kabob