Listening: It Doesn't Get Better Than
This by Eugene Edwards ("Between her eyes and the weather,
it doesn't get better"); the intro to Santa Monica by Everclear
keeps popping into my head as well
Reading (perhaps quality): Finished
Brick Lane by Monica Ali, part of an effort to read all of the books
on my bookshelves.
Reading (definitely pulp): Nothing right
September 22, 2008
Over the last couple of weeks I've said and heard things that were
a little out of the ordinary.
* Exactly what kind
of homewrecker do you think I am?
Where: at dinner with a group of girlfriends
Context: A friend said she had a guy she wanted me to meet. That
he's great, cute, smart, funny, interesting. And married. With two small
children. And did I mention, married?
* At least he's
willing to give you weekend nights for dates...
Where: getting a ride home from a friend
Context: This friend was impressed that a guy I'm dating was
willing schedule a date for the weekend. I mean I have a lot of friends
and book up early so I know busy but why bother dating someone who can't
* Do you have some
kind of manifesto? Or a cabin in the Montana wilderness?
Where: over coffee, on a date
Context: That guy I'm dating discussed, in some detail, his strong
distrust of law enforcement. I just wanted to make sure there wasn't
anything more I should know.
* Well, he didn't
pee on me...
Where: on the phone to my father
Context: Am now godmother to my wonderful friend Carol's potentially
even more wonderful son Walter. And though I was holding him diaper-free
for a bit I didn't get anything on me other than holy water.
* If I was high,
I would have heard something much more interesting.
Where: On a date
Context: That guy I'm dating said something weird, I asked him
if he said what I thought he did, he said no and asked if I was high.
I didn't know whether to be more amused at the slight at my character
or at my creativity...
* So how is that
career as a bus driver going?
Where: out at a bar
Context: Was out with Watt and this guy came over to talk with
us. In the course of chatting us up he complained about how it was crowded
and I offered him the empty seat on Watt's other side. He said no, that
he'd been sitting all day and was cool with standing there. Once I asked
him about the bus driving he acknowledged he really hadn't been sitting
and moved on to talk to another girl, which while not my specific intention
was not an unwelcome result.
* That would be
a beautiful story but alas, no.
Where: in commuter chaos, outside of the Court House Metro Station
Context: There were massive delays on the train - I started walking
from Clarendon to Court House hoping that in that 10 minutes something
would have moved. I asked a guy if the trains were moving yet and he
said no. I said I was hoping he'd give me a different answer but thanks
for the update. He said he was hoping I'd say I owned a limo company
that could take both of us to our jobs. I said the above, he said to
let him know if I acquired one, and I kept on walking to Rosslyn.
Doing (life and related tasks): Catching
up on sleep. Its completely a full time not-job-but-a-job.
Doing (crafty stuff): Feeling guilty about
Anticipating: The National Book Festival
is this weekend - should be another good year as an author escort.