Friday
Some day soon I need to do some serious work on this bloggy thing o' mine. Interests, bio, etc. It's all a little weird and outdated right now. My interests change like the wind, but I never update them. Not that it matters, but... well, I'm particularly irked right now by the bio, which states, "I hope to be born in the summer of my 32nd year." I deleted everything else previously written there and replaced it with that one evening while listening to John Denver and in a mildly intoxicated state.
Now it in fact IS the summer of my 32nd year, I feel born to a satisfactory degree, and I need to change my bio. I used to have something very funny there. A comment left by some deranged person in, I guess, a misguided attempt to be very mean. It was hysterical, but also very sweary and, therefore, no longer appropriate for mixed company.
Anyway, I think what I meant to say was that I am taking a half day today. I have one meeting this morning, but otherwise have finished the major project I was working on... at least until my boss returns and reviews it. So, overall, a very easy Friday.
Last night Steve and I had dinner at Lark Tavern, our usual haunt. The waitress doesn't even bother to ask us if we'd like a drink anymore. She says hi to us as we walk in, then we go sit down and a few minutes later she appears with menus and 2 pints of Guinness. The owner makes it a point to catch our eye and wave at us, but only when she's too busy to come over and chat for a few mintues. It's all very lovely and comforting. We're going to have to make it a point to have dinner there now and then after we move.
On our way back to my apartment we ran into 2 friends of Steve's who were outside having a drink at Hollywood. We stopped and chatted with them for a while, told them where we'd eaten. "Oh," said one, "Is Mama Tess there tonight?" (Tess is the owner... but she's our age, so I thought it was funny that they called her Mama Tess. It's oddly appropriate.) "We'll have to go over there and visit Mama Tess."
More than anything, this is what I will miss about living where I do. I have always loved that I can almost never walk more than a few blocks without running into someone I know, but that I don't know everyone I see.
This gets balanced out by having to close my bedroom windows again last night in order to sleep through the noise. This time it was someone moving in or out across the street. I don't quite understand how these people got themselves into the position of unloading a moving truck at 11:00 on a Thursday night, but I could have let it slide if only they weren't being so loud about it.
I haven't run into Downstairs Neighbor Bob yet to tell him that I'm leaving. It's not something I'm looking forward to. Not because he'll be heartbroken or anything like that, but because it is inevitably going to be such a loooooooong conversation.
Now it in fact IS the summer of my 32nd year, I feel born to a satisfactory degree, and I need to change my bio. I used to have something very funny there. A comment left by some deranged person in, I guess, a misguided attempt to be very mean. It was hysterical, but also very sweary and, therefore, no longer appropriate for mixed company.
Anyway, I think what I meant to say was that I am taking a half day today. I have one meeting this morning, but otherwise have finished the major project I was working on... at least until my boss returns and reviews it. So, overall, a very easy Friday.
Last night Steve and I had dinner at Lark Tavern, our usual haunt. The waitress doesn't even bother to ask us if we'd like a drink anymore. She says hi to us as we walk in, then we go sit down and a few minutes later she appears with menus and 2 pints of Guinness. The owner makes it a point to catch our eye and wave at us, but only when she's too busy to come over and chat for a few mintues. It's all very lovely and comforting. We're going to have to make it a point to have dinner there now and then after we move.
On our way back to my apartment we ran into 2 friends of Steve's who were outside having a drink at Hollywood. We stopped and chatted with them for a while, told them where we'd eaten. "Oh," said one, "Is Mama Tess there tonight?" (Tess is the owner... but she's our age, so I thought it was funny that they called her Mama Tess. It's oddly appropriate.) "We'll have to go over there and visit Mama Tess."
More than anything, this is what I will miss about living where I do. I have always loved that I can almost never walk more than a few blocks without running into someone I know, but that I don't know everyone I see.
This gets balanced out by having to close my bedroom windows again last night in order to sleep through the noise. This time it was someone moving in or out across the street. I don't quite understand how these people got themselves into the position of unloading a moving truck at 11:00 on a Thursday night, but I could have let it slide if only they weren't being so loud about it.
I haven't run into Downstairs Neighbor Bob yet to tell him that I'm leaving. It's not something I'm looking forward to. Not because he'll be heartbroken or anything like that, but because it is inevitably going to be such a loooooooong conversation.