There's always discussion in our house about being single. It makes sense. We're all single. I don't pretend to know what my roommates are thinking, but for myself, Natasha Bedingfield's "Single" says almost exactly how I feel. I am happy and content in my singleness . . . I feel a freedom, maybe the same freedom Paul felt as he encouraged the Corinthians to remain single in chapter 7 of 1st Corinthians. I could say more, but I'll let the words to the song speak for me instead.
"Single" by Natasha Bedingfield
Ah yeah that's right
All you single people out there
This is for you
I'm not waitin' around for a man to save me
(Cos I'm happy where I am)
Don't depend on a guy to validate me
(No no)
I don't need to be anyone's baby
(Is that so hard to understand?)
No I don't need another half to make me whole
Make your move if you want doesn't mean I will or won't
I'm free to make my mind up you either got it or you don't
[Chorus:]
This is my current single status
My declaration of independence
There's no way I'm tradin' places
Right now a star's in the ascendant
I'm single
(Right now)
That's how I wanna be
I'm single
(Right now)
That's how I wanna be
Ah yeah
Uh Huh
that's right
Don't need to be on somebody's arm to look good
(I like who I am)
I'm not saying I don't wanna fall in love 'cos I would
I'm not gonna get hooked up just 'cos you say I should
(Can't romance on demand)
I'm gonna wait so I'm sorry if you misunderstood
[Chorus]
Everything in it's right time everything in it's right place
I know I'll settle down one day
But 'til then I like it this way it's my way
Eh I like it this way
Make your move if you want doesn't mean I will or won't
I'm free to make my mind up you either got it or you don't
'Til then I'm single
This is my current single status
My declaration of independence
There's no way I'm tradin' places
Right now a star's in the ascendant
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Second Annual Single Awareness Day Dinner
So yesterday was the 2nd Annual Single Awareness Day Dinner!
The 1st Annual Single Awareness Day Dinner just sort of happened. We all decided we didn't want to sit home on Valentine's Day: instead we met up in a little Chinese restaurant in Clackamas called Wan Lung. The food was great; however, the whole time we were there 15 to 20 people were waiting for to go orders, standing about 5 feet from us in a little 6 foot by 6 foot waiting area--some waited over an hour--and it felt a little like we were in a fish bowl.
The 1st Annual Single Awareness Day Dinner just sort of happened. We all decided we didn't want to sit home on Valentine's Day: instead we met up in a little Chinese restaurant in Clackamas called Wan Lung. The food was great; however, the whole time we were there 15 to 20 people were waiting for to go orders, standing about 5 feet from us in a little 6 foot by 6 foot waiting area--some waited over an hour--and it felt a little like we were in a fish bowl.
As Rea put it, it's hard to enjoy your meal when you have people starring at your food like vultures. I'm sure they didn't mean to be starring. I mean, I'd be hungry too if I had to wait over an hour for Chinese take out.
So this year we decided to put a little more thought into our choice of restaurant. This proved to be a little more difficult than we anticipated; how
ever, after many phone calls we finally settled on the Delta Cafe, located on Woodstock and about 46th, I think, in South Portland. The food was fantastic--between the 5 of us we covered every traditional southern dish: chicken and dumplings, real homemade macaroni and cheese, cauliflower casserole, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and red eye gravy, pulled pork barbecue, gumbo, hush puppies, cornbread cake, fried okra, and more that I can't remember. And most of us washed it all down with 32oz of sweet tea served in a good ole' canning jar! If this has made you hungry and you decide to try the Delta Cafe for yourself, take note that they are only open for dinner.
Of course, all our thought did not help us choose a restaurant that takes reservations, so this time we were the ones waiting, crammed into the
small waiting area with 13 parties ahead of us when we arrived at about 6:45 pm. We waited for about 45 minutes but we were expecting the wait and made the best of it. We discussed the eclectic decor, the huge pecan pie and chocolate cake on the desert table right next to us, and the unique diorama on the wall next to my roommate: it depicted the cafe itself; however, all the people had skulls for heads. Mostly, we just tried not to salivate at the tangy smell of barbecue filling the air and tried not to stare at the plates of the tables we could see through the open door or the plates being prepared right in front of us. Did I mention that the waiting area is pretty much in the kitchen?
All said, it was a lovely evening with friends and good food. What more can you want out of life?
So this year we decided to put a little more thought into our choice of restaurant. This proved to be a little more difficult than we anticipated; how
ever, after many phone calls we finally settled on the Delta Cafe, located on Woodstock and about 46th, I think, in South Portland. The food was fantastic--between the 5 of us we covered every traditional southern dish: chicken and dumplings, real homemade macaroni and cheese, cauliflower casserole, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and red eye gravy, pulled pork barbecue, gumbo, hush puppies, cornbread cake, fried okra, and more that I can't remember. And most of us washed it all down with 32oz of sweet tea served in a good ole' canning jar! If this has made you hungry and you decide to try the Delta Cafe for yourself, take note that they are only open for dinner.Of course, all our thought did not help us choose a restaurant that takes reservations, so this time we were the ones waiting, crammed into the
small waiting area with 13 parties ahead of us when we arrived at about 6:45 pm. We waited for about 45 minutes but we were expecting the wait and made the best of it. We discussed the eclectic decor, the huge pecan pie and chocolate cake on the desert table right next to us, and the unique diorama on the wall next to my roommate: it depicted the cafe itself; however, all the people had skulls for heads. Mostly, we just tried not to salivate at the tangy smell of barbecue filling the air and tried not to stare at the plates of the tables we could see through the open door or the plates being prepared right in front of us. Did I mention that the waiting area is pretty much in the kitchen?
All said, it was a lovely evening with friends and good food. What more can you want out of life?
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