GMAT, Fancy Steakhouses, New Suits, and Steam Mops.

I can officially check an item off my life's list.

GMAT. Finished. Hopefully forever. I hope to never have to take that crap again.

I scored a 620. I was aiming for a 650, but a 620 will have to do. The good news is that it is roughly in line with the average scores for the programs I will be applying to. Higher than some schools, a bit lower than others. To put it in context, I scored in the 71st percentile. So out of 100 people who just took the GMAT, I beat 71 of them. In your face, losers. Anyone who scored higher than me is a nerd. There was this kid in the elevator with me who was taking the GMAT, too. He didn't speak English too well. Half of the test is a Verbal portion. He's like, "This time, just to get used to. Next time, high score."

I guarantee this kid scored higher than me. There is a blog/website/forum (BeatTheGMAT.com) I have been obsessed with over the last few months, and there are a lot of kids like him on there who end up scoring in the top 95%. Kids from India and China who speak English as a second language who are kicking my ass on the verbal portion of the test. What's this about? But seriously, if you happen to be studying for the GMAT or know anyone who is, go there. It is sick. Helped me A TON.

So in celebration of the conclusion of my GMAT experience and a delayed birthday dinner for me and a date night for Meeche & Joe, we went to Fleming's steakhouse last night. It was the perfect end to a long and stressful process. I had my usual crab cakes and a rib eye, and Meeche went with the filet.

Quick story about filet mignon. So I was out to eat with Michelle's family about 9 years ago, and I had never been to a fancy steakhouse before. I had no idea what to order. I'm looking for the chicken parm. So I see filet mignon, and I'm like, I think I heard that in a Missy Elliot song. I'll get that. Well I ate that steak with a spoon, it was so tender. From that moment forward, I could understand why people spend so much money on a nice steak. There is a difference between choice (Stop & Shop) and prime (nice restaurants). I'm convinced.

So we ended the meal with the molten lava chocolate cake (to split) and it was amazing. I usually don't like chocolate that much, but this was ridiculous. And since Michelle told the restaurant it was my birthday, I got a gift of some free chocolate truffles.

She also promised she would buy me a new suit when she got back from her work trip. And oh, did she buy me a new suit. Yumi, who works in the suit section at Macy's, hooked me up. This thing is all black, tailored, sexy. I love it. And it was on sale, then 25% off the sale price. I showed Macy's my "Oh face" today. I needed a new suit badly, too. I've been wearing the same gray pinstriped suit for three years, only because my old charcoal one didn't fit anymore. The pants are a 33 waist, and I don't how that happened, because I don't remember being anything but a 34. I was feeling saucy the other day when I needed to wear a suit to work, so I figured I could fit into my 33s for a day. I tried it on the night before, and I'm like, this isn't too bad. I can handle this. Well I forgot that I have to TUCK my shirt in. And then sit down all day. Which anyone who has worn pants that are too tight knows, is a no no. Lesson learned. If the pants are a bit tight, leave them on the hanger.

Michelle has also been talking about this steam mop crap. Like, multiple times a day. Joe, I can't wait to steam mop. Can you not wait to steam mop? I can't wait. So after hitting a couple stores, we saw a great price on The Shark at BJs. We have tile floors through most of our house, and the grout on these things is nasty. Michelle compares herself to Cinderella cleaning the floors on her hands and knees. Well Cinderella had enough, and she bought herself a steam mop. And although I was skeptical, it worked some magic. Our floors are shining for the first time in a long time.

So one main reason I haven't been blogging is really due to the studying. And I also haven't had anything I thought would be worthy of blogging about. Not that anything really is. Just my thoughts and experiences put into words. But maybe the studying has clouded my brain. I've had Twitter-like thoughts I've wanted to post on here, but really wouldn't be worth a blog post. And since I only have a stupid phone (what Meeche calls anything that's not a smart phone), I don't use Twitter. Maybe I'll start posting these thoughts on here, though. So what if it's short. At least I'd get my thoughts down. I think I will. I actually just decided this as I was writing.

Here's one.

You know what I hate? The guys on the sidelines of an NFL game whose job it is to squirt water into the athlete's mouths. You're telling me the guy can't squeeze the water into his own mouth? Although maybe someday I'll hire someone to do that for me. They can just be there and squirt iced coffee into my mouth when I want it. I take it back, I like it.

Here's another one of my thoughts I wanted to post. Totally useless, but here it is.

Why do I have to buy 38 clementines? Why when they go in season, do I have to buy a crate of them with the orange fishnet over it? I mean, I love them, and usually finish the box. But you also run the risk of getting a tasteless bunch. Then you have 37 clementines you don't want to eat. And they're always so inconsistent with pricing. Sometimes they're $8.99 a box, and then the next week, they're $4.88. So when they're over $5.00, I don't want to buy them. And then next week, they're gone for good. Until next winter.

While I'm ranting about this at the grocery store, Michelle points to a stack of loose clementines. You can buy one clementine. Or 5. Or 38. And I was proven wrong, again.

Figures.