My first year in business school, I lived in Hyde Park with a male roommate.  A hot, Australian with glasses.  When females found out I lived with him, they always said the same thing.  ”You live with Evan?  He is hot!”

I’ve been going out a lot lately. Like a lot. And while I’ve been zipping around, trying new restaurants, going to events, I thought I’d write a post and recap my current Bay Area faves. Here they are.

I have been eating, stuffing, and shoveling food into my face for the past couple days.  Since Thursday night, I have eaten out every single meal.  Friends have been in town.  Two of the dinners I had planned long in advance.

In my lifetime, I’ve had three boyfriends.  My first boyfriend got married a year ago.  Randomly, I thought about my second boyfriend today.  Today of all days.  We stopped talking a while ago. Apparently, he needed space.  He was tired of me trying to be his friend.  I knew he used to have his own web site back in the day.  He created some software.  I don’t understand the tech world anymore.  Not that I ever did.  So I typed his name into my browser today, thinking I would see a revamped web site.  

For those of you who have never been to AA, you actually do say those magical words, “Hi.  My name is Catherine and I’m an alcoholic.”  It was weird attending my first meeting.  I didn’t think I belonged.  I came from a nuclear family.  I was an overachiever.  And I had a great career path. I wasn’t an alcoholic!  But there was a period in my life when I called in sick too many mornings in a row because I was hungover.  I knew, then, that I had a problem.  I never completely stopped drinking.  I just try to keep it in check.