Monday morning. Hello! Hope everyone had a good weekend. Here are a few noteworthy pieces from mine:

• I saw Disturbia. It was okay. I’d give it a C+/B-. I definitely felt the suspense, but it was a little cookie cutter and wasn’t anything to shout about. I’m not sure if the movie was lackluster, or if I was just itching to get out of the uncomfortable theater and away from the screaming 13-year-old mongrels. However, I found myself fantasizing about the 18-year-old lead in the movie and realized that my spring fever has reached astronomical proportions, and it’s most definitely time to work on doing something about it.

• Patience and curiosity prevailed, and I finally ate breakfast at The Dish. I’ve heard wonderful reviews about the restaurant, and have numerously made a mental note to check it out. Located on Leary Avenue between Fremont and Ballard, the tiny breakfast joint always has chairs of people waiting outside, sipping the complimentary coffee and waiting for their names to be called from the list. I’m usually starving by the time I venture out for breakfast on the weekends, and normally just don’t have the patience for long waits at popular spots such as The Five Spot. However, Sarah and I finally went to The Dish Sunday morning to nurse our hangovers with coffee and grease. I’m always trying to expand my knowledge of Seattle-based breakfast joints, and certainly have more than a few favorites. The Dish, however, is probably not one I’ll be frequenting again. Sort of disappointing since I was expecting it to be spectacular. After all, it does hold a spot in Seattle’s Top 10 Breakfast Places for 2007, according to AOL City Guide. I did enjoy the low-carb black bean substitute they offered in place of breakfast potatoes. But, my eggs were a disgusting, watery consistency. Sarah ordered biscuits and gravy that were nothing special, and the two of us agreed that given the wait, it probably wouldn’t be somewhere we’d be dying to come back to again.

• I literally lived an episode of Sex and the City on Sunday. Seriously, that show is always spot-on to real life predicaments. I attended a friend’s wedding shower. And everyone at the shower, plus or minus two people, was married. It was, “my wedding dress,” this and, “on my honeymoon,” that. And I was the girl that everyone sort of pitied cause I was unmarried, single and living in “THE MOST HORRIBLE PLACE EVER”—Seattle. (They’re all from the eastside.)Marital status and location, combined with the fact that a whole group of them were talking about how they never drink much more than, “a glass or two of wine a week,” I fit right in. Let me tell you. I think I found all my long-lost sisters. And I couldn’t help but to feel like Miranda, trying to defend my singleness, or just joke about it. Cause I really didn’t know what else to do. I got a few, “Don’t worry it’ll happen when you least expect it.” Or, “If it’s any consolation, we waited five years.” And Jill looked at me and laughed and said, “Oh so don’t worry, you’ll be 31 by then or something.” OUCH. Because I felt like this was “that one episode…”, I made some crack about feeling like, “I didn’t have the marrying gene.” Wow. Let me tell you how good that one went over. They all just blankly looked at me, and I nervously was like, “You know. Have you seen the episode where Carrie, and then the wedding dress…and, uh, I’m just joking….” The whole affair made me realize that there’s more of a gap between Those Who Are Married and Those Who Are Single than I ever imagined. And I wish people would stop thinking it’s a tragedy to be on my side of the line. But, I did manage to enjoy a few cupcakes, and win the Toilet Paper Wedding Dress competition. So, take that. Us single girls do have a few tricks up our sleeves…

• I’ve been sick now for approximately two weeks, give or take three days. Me and Sarah’s apartment is like a freakin infirmary, or doctor’s office, or what-have-you. The two of us are hacking and coughing every two minutes. I can’t remember the last time I woke up without a sore throat or stuffy nose, and I’ve been eating cold medicine by the double digits. Really, we need to start burning our bedding or something cause I’m really tired of being sick…

Currently Feeling: Nauseous. I think the two Tylenol Daytime Cold pills, the swig of Diet Pepsi, the Cold-Eeze medicated cough drop, and the cup of coffee are a bad combination for the stomach.
Currently Anticipating: Picking Amanda up from the airport on Wednesday.
Currently Loving: The Craigslist personal ads. Seriously. If you’re having a bad day, read through those suckers. They’re hilarious!