Happiness: Wednesday night, my boyfriend and I went to Bonterra for Charlotte Restaurant Week. Oh. Mmm. Gee. Freaking Delicious. A truly impressive meal, which I don’t say very often, especially during Queen’s Feast. I had the soup du jour(ginger carrot I believe), and the bistro filet. I ordered the filet medium rare, and another rarity for me, it actually came out medium rare. Like real, deliciously juicy, warm but not overdone, medium rare.  My BF’s salmon was also perfectly cooked. We finished the meal with the molton chocolate cake and sweet potato pecan pie. Both were sweet and satisfying, but I definitely felt a little buyer’s remorse when I saw the creme brulee delivered to the next table over.  Unlike the over stylized modern restaurants uptown, Bonterra’s interior (in an old church) is classic, simple, and charming. Go there. Now.  Before I drink all their wine.

Angriness: Thursday morning I was driving to class listening to Brotha Fred’s am mayhem. On the phone was Observer blogger Allison Henry, responding to criticism over a thoughtful and honest blog post (found here), about finding a guy who satisfies your “requirements”.  As they were so nicely giving Allison a venue to defend herself, the morning show cast had themselves muted so she couldn’t hear them, and they were making fun of her. Bro Fro continually called her “crazy”, saying “you can hear it in her voice.” Seriously? Brotha Fred and gang are welcome to their own opinions about Allison’s post (even if those opinions are based on a misunderstanding of sarcasm and not reading the entire piece) but I was really put off by them talking over her. I don’t buy the idea that all press is good press. Blogger’s beware: even if Brotha Fred is repping your site, it’s probably only so he can reinforce his ridiculous personal brand. There’s no telling how low Bro Fro will go. So in the spirit of Allison, I’m adding “self important guy’s who are pushing thirty but act twenty” to my list of dealbreakers. Plz.

Now I’m all worked up into cut a bitch mode again. Maybe I’ll grab some scissors and go after BFred’s ridiculous hair.