Ah, sweet Sunday morning. I love the feeling you get after too much wine and delicious conversation. :) It hardly feels like work anymore.

Last night, SwD and A hosted a divine "Out of our Gourds" party, attended by the Swan & Kestrel, Fries, Reds & Chicken Jimmy, Cptn. American & New Girlfriend (NG), the Fox, and an old friend who will perhaps become a new friend. We'll call him...Atlas. Us ladies got beau coup tipsy and ended up intertwined in a comfortable pile of body parts and pillows on the floor.

Yesterday began with a...SPLAT...as SwD, A, and I went on a SEWER WALK with the Maryland Outdoor Club. We toured the decaying infrastructure of Baltimore City AND made friends with delightful single women. Yes, single women. Now as you know, I've taken myself off the market, but A still has the heart to look, and the pickins are SLIM.

I don't know how many times this farce has played itself out: a girlfriend comes up with a cool thing to do where MEN CAN BE MET, and apparently every other single girl in the metropolitan area has the same idea. Swing dancing, Sewer Walks, wine tastings, Hunting Club crab feasts, you name it. I meet cool single gals.

Here I am going to revert to the original mission of the blog, advice for the lone (lady) wolf. My advice: the men are all at sports bars or watching T.V. at home. Ask yourself, "do you WANT to hang out at sports bars or watch T.V. at home? No?" Then I suggest going my route and submerging your frustrated romantic desires in the FINE ARTS. Or consider batting for the other team.

Know when to hold 'em, and know when to fold 'em, girls.