Veal Prince Orloff!

I'm winging my way to the land o' lakes and tam o'shanters and Mary o' Richards herself tomorrow for a client meet ’n’ greet.

Then I have a date—a second date—with a stunningly attractive really nice guy. Our first date was a year and a half ago, and though it was very nice and we both had a great time and he wrote me a bunch of really clever emails, we never followed up on it. Then we entered that post-nice-date-drift limbo where we totally lost track of each other. But we ran into each other again last week and we got to talking, and now I'm cooking him dinner on Friday night.

And though I haven't yet decided what's going to be on the menu, I'm gonna make it after all.