friendster comes through for this girlfriend

I have two pieces of good news to report.
1. I got a $141 parking ticket.
2. I got a date.
Number 1 may not seem like good news, so let me explain. I got caught by one of those photo radar vans going 31mph in a 20 zone. It was a school zone, so the fine is super high. And since I’m not the technical owner of my car, the ticket got sent to my boss. Still not sounding like good news? Well, there is a loophole in the photo radar system. Since Kathy is the owner of my Volvo, and she was clearly not the driver in the photo they sent, she only has to fill out a “Contention of Innocence” form, and they dismiss the ticket! So while i did have to endure Jordan et al hooting with laughter at my criminal photo/behavior, I did not have to pay a big fat ticket. I can speed past schools all day and night, pegging any child unlucky enough to step off the curb, and there will be no reprecussions! Wha ha ha! Okay, the real reason I’m happy about all of this is that I’ve had such bad money luck in the past year that avoiding a $141 fine feels like a turning point. It feels like a sign that my luck may be changing. (Of course putting this naiive hope in print will probably curse me for another year.)
Number 2 is arguably the bigger news item of this entry, but I won’t know until tomorrow. Here is the scoop.
I went to see my friend Zac’s band (((girls))) (pronounced “The Parenthetical Girls) at Nocturnal on Thursday night. But first I met Suzy and Thea for drinks at the Martini House. I was somewhat inebriated. When we got to the venue we learned that we had missed (((girls))). But Deerhoof was playing soon, and they were supposed to be very good, so we went downstairs to the bar for a while. My ever-loving roomates have been pressuring me to “get back out there,” so they had me choose a table of boys for us to go sit with. I considered for a while, then pointed at two reasonably cute lads near the door. Suzy was like, “Oh! That’s Aaandrew! I used to have a crush on him!” We joined him and his friend, and it turned out that Aaandrew was indeed crush-worthy. Witty, cute, we bonded over a mutual hatred of Henry Rollins and Tater-tots. In my intoxicated state I nearly asked him on a date. But then after the show he asked how I liked Deerhoof, and I said they were so-so, and he seemed so appalled (turns out they’re like, his favorite band) that I chickened out and ran away without saying goodbye.
The story may have ended there, if not for our dear friend, Friendster. In the morning I checked my account, and lo there was a Friend Request and a Message from Aaandrew waiting for me! The subject line was “Prompt Friendliness.” Cute, right? He didn’t say much, just talked about the show. Emboldened, I wrote back, inviting him to a party at my neighbor’s house. I included this P.S. “I nearly asked you on a date last night, so I guess this is the wimpy-girl substitute.” He wrote back immediately with a message that began “Blush… You’re asking me out?” And ended with “I’m not a wimp. You’re cute!”
So he’s coming to my house tonight, and we’re going to have a drink, then go over to the party together. He reminds me of Mr. Darcy (Jane’s, not Bridget’s). This is all probably too soon, a big rebound mistake, blah blah blah. But I tell you, it feels great. And it’s been a long time since I felt the anticipation of imminent smooches with a new fella. I hope he doesn’t find my blog! (Expect a report tomorrow!)