You can’t please everyone all of the time, and people are more than willing to let you know when they think you’ve fallen short. If you are one of those people, it’s important to remember that expressing your disappointment doesn’t mean you shouldn’t express it intelligently.

Below is an email sent to The Strip Club. My Strip Club.

From: Al Tahoe
To: contact@domeats.com
Subject: Worst Steak I ever had
Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2008

How can you take a new your strip, cut it up into little pieces and serve in in soup? You guy suck!

I guess nobody told Al that there has never been a dish served at TSC that is remotely similar to cut up pieces of steak served in soup. Mr. Tahoe is also unaware of, well, just about everything else. I’m sure the Crew at The Strip Club appreciates feedback when it’s constructive and, you know, legible. But this type of blabbering BS doesn’t do anything except provide a source of entertainment. Which it totally did.

(Posted with permission)

New Eyelashes, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

So, here are the new eyelashes. Please ignore the fact that I need an eyebrow wax. I know. I’ve been meaning to blog about them for a week now but I’ve just been so busy. Between transferring Overheard to WordPress, which was only mildly successful and still in progress, finding the perfect base template and redesigning it, trying hard to squeeze in MetroMix stuff into every free moment, random side projects, dealing with my Condo Association B.S., sleeping, eating and pooping, I’ve barely had time to do anything else. Oh, except go out drinking and catch a couple good movies.

Coco and Jen are happy to be drinking, originally uploaded by smooth_d.
The highlights of past, present and future:

-I think I got a drink named after me down at The Strip Club. Originally suggested Angie Bee, because it’s based off the Honey Bee, I may go back and suggest Smooth Dee. That was Jeremy’s idea. It’s a delicious, delicious drink.

-The Association stuff seems to be turning around and I may not actually have to commit myself into the loony bin. I don’t want to get into too much detail because it’s boring, confusing and always gets me worked up to talk about the crappy parts. I also don’t want to jinx it all by talking about it.

-The eyelashes, of course. They’re fabulous. Thanks, jeNC17!

-Martini Tour at LoTo tomorrow with Lesley who has moved to St Paul recently to class up the joint.

-The Wicker Man at Bunny and Coco’s last night. It was amazing and hilarious and crazy and stupid. I loved it. Almost as much as I loved the pretzel and marshmallow wicker man center piece, which I didn’t eat because marshmallow? Mm-Mm. No.

-It hit 41 degrees earlier this week.

Some lowlights of past, present and future:

-It hit -4 this morning. Hey, winter, we get it but we’re over you now. At least lend some consistency to your madness. Teasing us with 41 before slapping us with -4 is what drives people to do crazy, crazy things. Like, defiantly wear a skirt sans tights this morning. WTF was I thinking?

-The Association stuff. What’s the good if there isn’t a bad? I don’t like being underestimated because I’m female, being conned (or attempted, anyway) or not being listened to. If I tell you not to call me during my work day, I don’t really see why that’s so hard to follow. Not before 5pm on weekdays does not mean at 9:30 every morning. 8:15 on Sundays is also listed under Unacceptable.

-Speaking of… Association meeting tomorrow afternoon. It’s going to be a rough one, followed by dinner at TSC and aforementioned martini tour.

-Had drinks with the big brother the other night. Learned interesting news. I know this is probably along the lines of “tattling” (oh boo hoo) but perhaps my father should brace himself for that phone call. It involves a Uhaul. Who knows though, perhaps my lecture, berating and disappointment changed his mind. Doubtful though, because I tend to not know what the hell I’m talking about.

-We’re preparing to have the rows of cubicles moved closer to each other to make room for more rows. Our comfortable 10 feet or so will be reduced to about 4. Holy moly. Four feet? I can smell your socks from that distance, and listen to your phone conversations, and now there will be no buffer between me and the baby with the smelly diaper you’ll probably bring in.

-My dishwasher is not draining. This is probably the worst of all, because I’m handwashing my dishes and now I’ll have to waste an entire afternoon waiting on a repairman to show up in the 8 hour time frame I know they’ll give me only to tell me they can’t fix it that day, or something. And then charge me my left leg for it.

So, there’s that.

On the plus side, it’s totally Friday today and I’ll have a three day weekend next week. Woo.

This is the greeting at the gas pump at Mike’s Downtown on the corner of Robert and 11th in St. Paul. The $50 I spent at the pump and the below zero wind chill I endured while completing this transaction are testimony to the contrary. But thanks anyway. Perhaps they should follow that up with “…SOMEWHERE ELSE.”

And yeah, I know, that’s a lot of money for gas! That’s a big car! I’m terrible for the environment! Oh, boo hoo.

The Strip Club, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

There’s a new storefront on the The Strip Club as it approaches the tentative January 15th opening date. I’m hoping they stick to this date, but I’ll be nosy and keep you posted if it changes.

The new window art is quite pretty and looks great with the style of the building and the interior. I’m already in love and can’t wait to have this addition to my building.

The Strip Club business card, originally uploaded by smooth_d.

Thanks to Aaron, I’ve learned that the guys from the Town Talk Diner, which I totally love, are planning on a new venture in my neighborhood. Specifically, a steak house in the retail spaces directly below my condo. I will be living above The Strip Club. So Awesome. Come October 1st, you’ll know where to find me after 4:00pm.