Back in the Saddle

First of all, the writers’ strike is over! Hooray! The internet is lucrative, the Academy Awards are saved, everyone has to shave again, and the townspeople rejoice! So it’s back to work for everyone in Hollywood (well, except the gang over at 24 – sorry fans, you’ll have to wait till ‘09 for your next installment of the wholly realistic Jack Bauer saga) and I, again, am a desk jockey. Now, I can already sense your fear rising but fret not, devoted fan base, for the Cereal Dating shall continue. And you know why? Because Cereal Dating isn’t something you do just when you’re unemployed and in need of activities to fill your endless days, soldier. It’s a calling and a commitment and it won’t be denied. (At least for the time being – give me another week or so.) So onward we push.

I had a very exciting and inciting moment at the Farmers Market this weekend. Whilst awaiting the arrival of my egregiously tardy date, I had the opportunity to indulge in a little barefaced people watching – the true breakfast of champions (and Italians). And once I was able to tear my eyes away from the young family of four who devoured half a New York style pizza, bookended by Bob’s donuts and Bennett’s ice cream (no lie), I was treated to a sight I couldn’t have conjured in my wildest dreams. For at the very next table there sat a gentleman, enjoying equally his Sunday morning paper and an obviously brought-from-home mason jar of oatmeal. (And another of fresh fruit!) My heart leapt. Could it be, that there is another being out there so perfectly matched for my Cereal Dating soul?

Had he not been so enthralled by the week’s news and his daily serving of whole grains, and had I not been expecting my own (albeit now overtly inferior) cereal eating companion, I might have just pulled up a chair and asked to join him. If only. But alas, he was so enthralled and I was so expecting and, as such, the world shall never know what miracles might have sprung from the introduction of L.A. Cereal Dater and Oatmeal in Mason Jar. But it’s nice to know he’s out there. And, lest you doubt me, I did, in fact, steal a picture. Those cell phone cams sure are sneaky.