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Every once in a while I get the opportunity to be "single" for a day or two. Not like going out on a date or hooking up (those days are long gone). When Stephen goes on a over-night business trip I get to laze around the house, drink beer, fart out loud and basically reminisce about life BS (Before Stephen). And I learned I probably didn't have as much fun as I like to think I did.

Still, in an effort to reassert my psuedo-independence, if even for a day, I left work early, went home, popped open a Corona and went about doing nothing in particular. Three Coronas later I called a friend and we decided to meet for dinner- I chose Sandrini's. One, because I don't think Stephen has ever expressed an interest in going there and Two, because I wanted to try something new.

Michelle- our server was delightful! The owner/bartender is a hottie, his father is very accommodating and the food was great. You can certainly look for them in one of my upcoming columns.

Went home, opened another Corona, crawled into bed and watched ANTM (recorded earlier that evening) to find out which model-wannabe was sent a-packin'.

I guess what I learned is that if given the chance, I would do pretty much the same things as a single person that I do now as a partnered person. Does this mean I've grown up or old?