What I’ve been doing, and I what I plan to be doing.
By Hannah Wallace
I apologize for being slow this week, and then putting up this paltry posting, but I do have some things in the works, and I’m sure they’re going to be good. Not as good as my describing my eyebrows/underwear/father’s boobs, apparently, but still good.
Most notably, our March issue just arrived, featuring Sarasota’s Hottest Bachelors. It’s a good group of guys, really. All very respectable. But like so many things in our magazine, I find it lacks a certain…Hannahness. “Where are the welders?” I ask myself. “Where are the bartenders?” And so, Hannah’s Hottest Bachelors are coming soon. Stay tuned.
For my part, I’ve been distracted by the hotness that is Cheetah Club Boyfriend. This year’s Valentine’s festivities began with dinner at the Melting Pot Friday night (after our kickball game, of course). Then Saturday we spent a few hours in that gorgeous weather on the Anna Maria City Pier, which is easily among my top 10 favorite spots in the area. And then we went home, where CCB cooked lobster tails and homemade chocolate-covered strawberries. No, you can’t have him; he’s mine.
And yeah, I always feel a tad guilty going to Melting Pot instead of one of Sarasota’s fantastic restaurants (especially since there are still a few I’ve never been to—that’s what Savor Sarasota is for, right?). So I’ve also been toying with the idea of spending a week patronizing only locally owned businesses—for groceries, eating out, entertainment, everything. If nothing else, it’ll cut down on my options in a good way, taking things like Applebee’s and Pizza Hut off the menu (so to speak). I haven’t given that a whole lot of thought, though, so please feel free to share ideas and recommendations for improving that little project.
Oh, and I totally got into a hockey fight last week in Ellenton. It ended when the guy grabbed my cage, yanked my helmet off and suddenly shouted, “I didn’t know it was a girl!” It was just…it was so awesome.