Kisser on the Roof

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
catch me a catch
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Look through your book,
And make me a perfect match!

Regardless of the fact that these days the "matchmaker" is an algorithm invented by Chris Coyne, visionary creator of OKC, one holds out hope. This past week, Ian and I barely consumed any dinner before we started our blabfest. Can we discuss how his suit was perfectly tailored- our how our mutual love for spotify resulted in a perfect "oh you - me too" moment? Or how we nearly ended up karaoke'ing next door at Solly's - but finally decided to bogard the jukebox instead? Or that I was laughing so hard at one point that the unimaginable occurred - I stopped drinking? At this point in the blog I would insert my usual disclaimers about reining in the excitement/eggs in different baskets/etc. etc. - but right now, I am happy to just enjoy this first glow. And not to disappoint, there was an unexpected but welcome first kiss on the roof of Tabaq. While overlooking the city in a breathtaking panorama, slightly buzzed, and under the gaze of a startling warm February moon, I did not need a happily ever after. The city is your fairytale, and the night is ever after.