What a weekend...
I got taken out by the girl I'm, a, hanging out with I guess (I really need to clear up my status with her, I just don't know where to start) Some time this week she's coming over to make me dinner, and give me the hand made card she made for me.
Anyways, we went to this place downtown near where I work, that serves Spanish Tapas. It was just great fun. We got tons of free drinks, and the meal was awesome. Every where I go with this girl, she always gets hit on by a waiter or bartender. Same thing that not. And, yah, it drives me nuts, but then again, she's there with me. So take that suckers.
I was that night, happy. I couldn't recall when I last was so happy. This girl, just amazing. No one has ever done the things she's doing for me. Some one cares. I've got some one in my life who really cares. I'm almost brought to tears when I think about it. I just really need to figure out our status... she keeps reffering to things, and backing off. I figure she just needs time after her last break up, and that's cool. She just hangs out with lots of guys, and got a number of some waiter we had at another resturant (who turned out to be a friend of a friend) I got on her for that, and she was all 'I'm just being friends'
She really loves to drive me nuts. She admits it. She knows all my buttons, and has learned them in a matter of weeks. I'm head over heels. I just hate how she's bad at answering her phone, and returning phone calls. She was supposed to call me back when she got home saturday night, which she didn't do, and has yet to change her away message from then. So, being who I am, and doing what I do, I get worried.
I did talk to her about that, but, even with her agreement to just humor me, she didn't.
I'm still so happy though.
And here's the receipt from dinner she wrote on. Crappy scan, but you all can deal
Beyond that, I had a Sunday off, and went with my Father and Sister to see my Aunt (on my dad's side) my long lost nomadic uncle, and one of my cousins.
Damn good trip. My uncle has a super sketchy past, that people won't talk about, beyond that though, the dinner table turns into a trip back to Brooklyn and its always neat to sit around, drink wine and ouzo, and tell stories.
One of my cousins, she's what, 35 now. Damn her for being my cousin, she's smoking hot, and awesome. Married to a pretty cool guy, an Executive Chef some where. She teaches art. They've got a 5 year old that you can tell dad loves, but my cousin just didn't want, she's just doesn't have that twinkle in the eye parents get with kids. I dunno, just my observation.