Argentinian skirt steak for the soul....

I went to dinner tonight with a good friend of mine this evening. We have been at Aspen together for the past two summers, and this past summer we played in the Sybarite Chamber Players together. We talked a lot about the social scene of the orchestra, and how we both just want to be friends with everyone instead of being categorized into a certain group of people. We also talked about long-distance relationships and the usefulness of Valentine's Day. The place we went to is about two blocks away. It is called Liberty Cafe, and serves Argentinian cuisine. The skirt steak there is to die for; it is a place I always have to go to whenever I have visited Miami in the past. it was nice to have one-on-one time with PT; I can always count on him to make me laugh and to dissect the wierdness of string playing culture and to give me some insight on the inner workings (or lack thereof) of the male mind.

I think I am going to go to bed soon. I watched a couple of episodes of MTV True Life on my computer. One of them was about people who are happy being overweight and the other was about people striving to get the perfect physique. What an interesting juxtaposition! I am hovering between being satisfied with how I look and wanting to go work out...at least no one here in Miami Beach has congratulated me on a wrongfully assumed pregnancy just yet. I think I would be happy if I just had a toned midsection. Nothing else is too jiggly or big - just my darn stomach! Maybe I will do 1,000 crunches a day like Britney Spears.

I want people to think I am beautiful, but I have to love myself first...and have a flat stomach.