Moortje is bugging me this morning. He keeps walking into my office and meowing. Not sure if he is asking for attention or just practicing the art of disruption. In a minute, he’s going to get his morning medicine. Of course, since I said that, he has walked off again.

Tired this morning, a combination of jet lag and being out late. Last night was fun. We went to a restaurant called Nomads, complete with belly dancing. From there, it was off to an old punk rock bar where I made arrangements with the owner to go back on Friday and seeing their oil painting of Henry Rollins that is currently stored in the cellar. As an additional special treat, I got to hear lots of Ramones on their juke box.

Lots of conversation last night, so I can still do that. While there won’t be a second date, we have made plans to attend some concerts together. It is always good to have someone to go and see music with, particularly punk shows. Then I definitely won’t be the only one there who is old enough to have kids there 😉

All in all, last night was a great experience. And while I am not yet ready to consider dating as a sport to take up, it was nowhere near as terrible as I thought it might be. Of course, that could just have been beginner’s luck 😉