Bridget Jones would have done fabulously as a sitcom. Think of it. All of her little snafus, all the angst, all as individual episodes. I can't believe no one's thought of the concept before. Instead they’re making a musical. Truly?! It’s just too much for even my feeble mind to grasp. But I digress...
I am writing this from my new laptop, this one, at Starbucks. I’m meeting the Shrink and Rabbi’s Daughter later for a little Phriday Night Pho. I thought I’d try out my concept of working for the time in between my job and meeting up with friends or for an event. If you call blogging work, or checking out everyone’s doings on Facebook, or chatting with guys on OKCupid.
According to my sister, this does not count as work. And thus, according to her, she thereby has every right to use my new toy if she has “actual” work and my mom is taking my other laptop to work with her. As if! You had to see the standoff that happened the night that went down. Basically it ended with her telling me if she couldn’t use my new computer, then I couldn’t use the washer she just bought. I stood there flabbergasted for a moment trying to figure out if I had just witnessed what I had. Then I came back with, “Fine, then don’t use the water!” Oh, yeah, we’re real mature at the Katydid household.
Come to think of it, MY life could be a sitcom. Take just this week, for instance. Over the weekend, I went onto OKCupid. Now that I have this here communication tool, I figure I should use it as such, and not waste all of my time watching old TV shows, however relevant they might be. Anyway, I was online Saturday night, (rainy day, no date, so why not?) and I had two guys IMing me while a couple others were emailing me. How cool! I’m really trying to focus on what Rori keeps saying and go about this whole dating thing with a totally different attitude and just have fun with it all. So this one guy’s writing to me, he’s Indian, but I figure so what? His picture is decent, and he tells me he’s an astrophysicist. (I kid you not) After chatting for a bit, he asks me if I want to go out, and again, I figure, why not? So we make plans for Monday. Monday comes and he writes to me to confirm and to tell me where to meet. He’s better looking than in his picture. We walk for a bit, and settle on Smokin Bettys for dinner. It was really good. The conversation was good, perhaps a bit over my head at times but I held my own. He had nice hands and nails, an easy smile. When the bill came, he was so smooth with it and with keeping the conversation going, that I didn’t even have a chance to offer to pay my half as I usually do. And somehow, I didn’t feel guilty about it. We then went to Capogiros for dessert. Again he paid without question. It was nice. I felt respected, and well treated. I realized that this is what I’ve been wanting it to be like when I went out with all those children. He was a man, not boy. I want to get used to this. He offered to drive me home, and to my surprise I let him! Of course there was a catch, isn’t there always? He’s in town from Chicago, for only a few months for business. He works as a research scientist. And the few months ended supposedly Thursday. I haven't heard from him since that night. Oh, well. I had fun, and now I know that yes, I can hold my own even with a rocket scientist, and that I want a man, not a boy. And that there are still men out there who will know how to treat me with the respect that a lady deserves. Overall, it was a lovely evening!
Thursday, I met the Russian for dinner at Ponzios. Her suggestion. I haven’t seen her in a while, and I suppose it was good to catch up. I know she talks a lot, but I always forget just how much. Boobs also talks a lot, but she at least does eventually come up for air. This one? I had to jump in and change the subject. Continuously. The last time I met up with her it was for brunch with my bother and Gipper and one of Gipper’s friends. I was going to pick the Russian up, but once I got there she changed her mind and decided to drive herself, but then her car wouldn’t start. She had it jumped, but then it died half way there. We had to call her brother in law to come and get her, and it turned into this really big mess. Luckily this time went without incident. She told me about her classes. I told her about the guys I’ve been seeing/writing to. I made it sound like I was doing more than I am, but I’ll get there. I probably told her a bit more with the hopes that it’ll get back to the Gipper. I know this is not the mindset that I should be in, but some weeks are better than others. At least I’m trying to be more aware. And that’s good right?
***I finished this today, Saturday. Ran out of time yesterday and had to go meet up with the girls for dinner.***
So last night I met up with Rabbis Daughter and the Shrink for Pho Phriday as we’ve taken to calling them. During the winter we were going every Friday for Pho, but as spring crept in, we’ve been a bit lax with the Pho. But since we hadn’t seen each other in a bit, the Shrink was in Hawaii all week for a conference, we decided to get together. And with the way this week was, it was a nice calm way to end it. After dinner and some much needed girl talk, we decided to get some dessert. The girls knew of a Vietnamese place down the street a bit, but when we got there they were closed already. Of course, it was about 9:30 or so it was somewhat expected. We decided to head back up towards civilization (we were down on Washington Ave). Eventually we found ourselves on Passyunk, and the girls remembered there was this chocolate place that they had passed before but hadn't tried yet. They also couldn’t exactly remember where it was. So we walked. Eventually we came to one of those weird intersections that Passyunk is so good at. We’re standing there, trying to get our bearings, and this car pulls up. It looked to be a late 70s early 80s muscle car. Like a camaro or something like that. It was black and had it’s windows down. It sort of stopped and idled a bit at the same intersection. It was a bit surreal actually. So we’re standing there, looking around and the the Shrink was going, “I know where we are, just need to figure out where the chocolate place is.” And we’re standing there probably looking like we were just wasting time, and then, as if on cue, the girls point in the same direction and say, “there it is!” and at that very same moment, the radio in the car starts playing “Eye of the Tiger”. It was like being in one of those 80s teen-angst movies. It was so funny! Perhaps you had to be there, but the Rabbis Daughter and me started to laugh and laugh until we had tears running down our faces. We pulled it together to get inside the chocolate shop, but then once we ordered we started all over again. It was just too surreal! We had a really good night! By the way, we went here, and I highly, highly recommend! A definite good date place!
On the home front, there's been some interest in the house. There’s a group of Lubavitch down the street from the house, and one of them came to look at the house. He verbally made an incredibly lowball offer. Our realtor told him she didn’t think that was really a feasible offer, but to put something in writing and she’d present it. He hasn’t done that yet, but he did call several times with questions, but then they went and got their own commercial realtor, who happens to be a member of the congregation. These guys seem somewhat shady and unethical. Even my mom said he seemed a bit sleazy when they came through. She was almost ready to tell them thanks but we don’t do business that way. But I told her not to kill the deal before it’s not even begun, to at least see where things may go. So this week, the realtor guy came with his boss to look at the property. They want to have a home and termite inspection, at their expense. So at this point we’re waiting. We’re guessing that they will make an offer, they just need to see how much exactly they want to offer. We already have decided that we really can’t afford to lower the price any more than the $100,000 we already have. We haven’t told them that yet, but they’ll figure it out when they make us a legitimate offer. I’m figuring that it won’t be long, and it sounds like they’re going to want a quick settlement. It’ll be interesting to see how this plays out. I’m keeping my fingers crossed!
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