"Wine tasting isn't the same things as tasting wine."

Tonight I went to coffee with Sam when we both decided that our usual Starbucks fix just wasn't going to cut it. We decided it was a night for adventure. Low and behold we ended up at her house playing video games and watching Sex and the City. I assure you this is the farthest from both of our expectations of an "adventure" but what can we do...we're in Livingston, NJ.

Over coffee she told me an extrememly interesting story about work (she's a waitress at a resturant called Paparrazi). She met the most interesting british 40 year old man that she completely forgot to charge another man for his $30.00 dinner. She was smitten by him! Mystery man got to talking with Sam about Italy (where Sam is studying abroad in the fall) and all the wonderful things it has to offer. Sam, whose a huge coffee addict learned about Ristretto, a type of expresso that's only made in Italy. Sam described this man as one who was so incredibly in touch with his tastes. What I mean is that he described the spices of his penne as complimenting the taste of his wines, again- she was smitten!

Later Myster Man told Sam about the wonderful experiances of wine tasting he had while he was in Tuscony. He said to her exactly this "Wine tasting isn't the same things as tasting wine." He said you can go and drink different wines with your friends and taste them, but when you go wine tasting it must be done properly, at an orchard! Ofcourse at this point Sam was head over heels. Mystery Man must have felt a little zing of his own with Sam otherwise she wouldn't have gotten this wonderful $20.00 tip...

How great is that? As if she wasn't already in love this just put her over the edge!

After this story Sam and I ventured off to Riker Hill Art Park where we read some more of I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell. I entertained Sam with some of Tucker's sex, shit, and crazy party stories- I'm telling you, get this book! Sam decided to climb the sculpture in the park and I bailed out half way!

I'm pretty sure this was panic mode, she got up but didn't exactly know how to get down.

Anyways, Father's Day is around the corner. I have gotten my dad the stupidest gifts in the past. Until the age of 8 I used to wrap up ties that were already in his closet and regift them to him. It was cute when I was 8, but now I'm 20, not so cute. My dad mentioned to me he wants to take a 'Learn to do Magic' class. I'm hoping I can find one in the area and sign us up together. Any other crafty & creative suggestions?

Well thats all for today-let's see what crazy shananigans tomorrow brings me!