When, oh when will you girls come visit me? There are some impossibly hot men here. Seems odd, I know, it's Salt Lake. But there are.

I went to the Hard Rock Cafe with my friends Jeannie and Michelle last night to celebrate our graduation. We got there about 6:30, so there was nearly no one there yet. We were seated in George's section. George came over to greet us, etc., and pulled up a chair. We talked for a bit, and it turned out I had had several classes with a good friend of his. He asked if we wanted any drinks, we all just got water to start. When he came back, he told us that he didn't get the chance to rattle off the drink list for us. I told him to go ahead, then told him that if I got a drink at a restaurant, it had to have alcohol in it. He smiled and looked at my friends, pointed at me and said, "I like her!" Jeannie offered to buy me a drink, and he offered to bring me a Hurricane. It was goooood. He kept coming back to check on us, really more than necessary, and once even touched my shoulder. At the end of the meal, though all three of us had food left on our plates, he only asked ME if I wanted a box. Jeannie took a napkin and wrote "call me sexy man" and signed it with my name and phone number. I snatched it away from her; I would have left it, but not with a note like that!

So now....I have to go back to the HRC, and leave it. He was so cute. He was appropriately punk, without looking scrungy, gay, unintelligent...he was tall, brown hair and eyes, cute beard, (not a goatee, not a beard, I think you get the picture.) Tiffiny ( a Utah grobie) turned 21 this week, I suggested on our board that we go there tomorrow to celebrate!

In other news, my friend Chris, who transferred to USC, or UCLA or something, works in a cafe and ran Chris Groban's credit card this week. Nifty.