Monday, September 16, 9:17 p.m. Dear readers, I knew I was right to be afraid when my dear frenemy returned with a proposal. “Let’s try speed dating,” she said. “It will be fun,” she said. Well, let me enlighten you. Having a tooth pulled without Novocain is more fun. Stubbing your toe on a chair as you make your way to the bathroom in the dark of night is more fun. Listening to your friend’s child play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star at their first violin recital is infinitely more fun. Well, you get the point. The evening didn’t start off too badly. I did get a free pizza out of the deal. Frenemy (as she will now be forever named) and I shared a bottle of cabernet and a medium veggie pizza at my favorite pizza joint, Genova’s, before heading to Espresso Yourself. Some brilliant barista decided that speed dating hadn’t completely died out and wanted to revive it at my favorite coffee spot. (If you haven’t had their Mocha Monkey Chino, you are missing a coffee dessert explosion in your mouth.
