"I once broke up with someone because he had nubby thumbs."
So I was sitting in my living room, studying for my final for my research seminar, when Pitt knocked on my door, and asked if she could crash here for the night. I said yes, and since my plans consisted of studying and perhaps showering at some point, I changed my plans. We went to dinner at
Magleby's Grill and Oyster Bar, which I hadn't been to since they moved from their old ghetto location behind Days Inn to their new "posh" location next to Williams-Sonoma at Riverwoods. Ended up getting filet mignon, which I ordered "on the rare side of medium rare" (aka medium in Chicago) and it was perfect. Nice to be completely satisfied with dinner.
Anyway, so after our sojourn to Magleby's, we stopped by Ben & Jerry's to pick up a pint of yummy fattening stuff, which we brought back to my house and devoured while we cackled at TLC's What Not To Wear. We also discussed our family (what's hanging out with a cousin unless family gossip is involved?), and our dating preferences, as we both have completely different types. And, apparently, we also have our own versions of dating-deal-killers, as she breaks up with people based on digit shape. Me, I just don't get into the relationship to begin in.
