What food or drink do you love when it's cold out? (Recipes and recommendations, please!)
Hot apple cider
I large bottle apple cider
3 cinnamon sticks
1 teaspoon whole allspice
1 teaspoon whole cloves
1/3 c. brown sugar
Combine apple cider and cinnamon sticks. Wrap allspice and cloves in a small cheesecloth bag. Stir in brown sugar. Bring to a boil, and then reduce heat to a low simmer to keep warm.
It was kind of funny, because I was sitting and waiting with Chris while Daphyn and the boys went off to have a smoke and I see this guy. Not just any guy, but this guy is my type up one side and down the other. He's not too tall, 5'8 to 5'10, blond, has a goatee, and he's wearing a football jersey, shorts and sandals. And he is freaking adorable. Seriously. Like I told Chris, I just want to hug him.
I like soft guys...soft, squishy, fluffy guys with fat bellies that you can lay your head on. Bear hugs from a fluffy guy have got to be some of the best things in the entire world.
So, I see him...from the back, actually, and think, "Damn." Actually, it was more like, "daaaaaaaaaamn...."
While we're waiting for the movie to start, I rummage through my purse to find a piece of paper in order that I can write my name & phone number down on it and give it to him. I finally find one and scrawl my name and phone number on it while I wait for the movie to start.
I never do this. Never, never, never.
Cute Fluffy Jersey Guy sits a row or so in front of Daphyn, Chris, Pat, Jon and I with a friend of his.
And during the movie, we all laugh our asses off. I notice that he's got a laugh that just emanates from him...he seems like he's having a really, really good time. It doesn't hurt that the movie is funny as hell, either. :-)
My heart is racing. Should I? Shouldn't I?
So we walk past him out of the theatre, and my heart falls to my feet.
I didn't get the chance.
So, he comes down the escalator and walks past where Chris, Daphyn and I are standing. And with a pep talk from Daphyn (thankyouthankyouthankyouamilliontimesthankyou) I approach him.
His eyes are the same color as his jersey.
"Um," I start out nervously, "I never, never do this, but I thought you were cute, so here's my number. Give me a call sometime, okay?"
"Thanks," he says, surprised.
It'll be interesting to see whether or not he calls me back. But I know one thing for sure...if I was going to die tomorrow, I would have been kicking myself for not doing this.
And who knows where this could go?
