Ok, this story absolutely cracked me up. I want to move to Minnesota just in the off chance Prince might knock on my door & try to convert me. However, this part made me a little sad:
“Prince, who once demanded to be known by a symbol rather than by his name, reportedly banned 50 explicit songs from his playlist after his religious awakening in 2001. “
And you know, his explicit songs are the only ones I like. No more “Erotic City” or “Gett Off”? What’s the point?!?!!
Scott & I sort of “broke up” last night. I say “broke up” in quotes because it was quite possibly one of the nicest, most grown-up ends to a relationship that I’ve ever witnessed. Seriously, there was no profanity, no crying, no throwing empty bottles of vodka at the other person’s head (ok, that only happened once…). I think we’ve both known for a while that things weren’t really working between us romantically, and it’s a testament to how much we genuinely care about each other that we tried to work it out for as long as we did. He is, without a doubt, one of the coolest people I’ve met since I moved out here — he’s smart, he’s funny, he totally gets me — and I think he’s definitely going to remain one of the most important people in my life. We’re just taking the whole dating element out of the equation, but we’re still going to spend time together. He’s coming over tomorrow night for dinner and “Sex & the City” reruns, as is our usual Tuesday night routine, so I really do think things are going to be ok.
So, am I bummed that things didn’t work out? Sure. Am I totally heartbroken & devastated? Nah. I think we’re both going to escape from this relatively unscathed and better friends for having gone through it.
Oh, but just for the record, this is staying true to my 2-month relationship track record, which I’m not entirely happy about. It feels like some kind of weird jinx that was put on me in college that’s stuck with me through the years. Maybe it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy at this point, who knows. Oh well, this one made it to 2 months & 4 days, so maybe that’s an optimistic sign for next time. 🙂
P.S. That subject line is a total joke. I’m not ready for the market just yet, I’m going to need some recuperative downtime first. I think it’s safe to say the Match.com subscription won’t be renewed for a while yet.
I bought this sweater at Ross on Saturday, and wore it today. I’m totally NOT a brand name person, so I didn’t even bother to look at the label on it — I just noticed that it was $9.99, and it looked cute on me, so I bought it. Anyway, I’m getting ready for bed right now so I went to fold the sweater & put it away. I noticed that the brand name was “United States Sweaters“. Thinking that was kind of an odd name, I checked the rest of the label. Sure enough, in small print below that, it says:
“Knitted in Taiwan. Finished in China.”
I got a pretty good chuckle out of that one.
I got my hair cut today. I took some before & after pictures of myself just because I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, but I knew I was ready for a drastic change. I actually don’t think it’s that drastic, but I suppose it’s noticeable enough.
Funny thing is, I was going to wait a while before I got a haircut, but then I got this coupon in the mail for a salon that I’ve never been to — apparently if you give them a try, they’ll give you 50% off your first haircut. I figured what the heck.
Anyway, that’s all. Getting ready to go hit the town with Scott tonight (who hasn’t seen the hair yet, so I’m not sure what his reaction will be). Hope everyone is having a lovely Saturday night.
I just got this picture from Jen’s wedding and I couldn’t resist posting it. Doesn’t she look beautiful? Jen, I am so happy for you.
This does not bode well for my future living scenario. Scott came over tonight, as is our usual Tuesday night ritual. I made salad & pizza (ok, “made” is a little strong — I bought them & put them on dishes, does that count?) and we watched old “Sex & The City” reruns. Once again, there was much noise coming from the apartment upstairs — this time it didn’t sound so much like thunder, it was just sort of a general racket.
Around 10:00, I kick Scott out because I have to go to bed. He’s gone for about 2 minutes when my cell phone rings. It’s Scott. He’s in the parking lot, and he’s blocked in. I go outside to see what the deal is. There’s a silver BMW that has basically double-parked at such an angle so that all of my little nook’s visitor parking spots (there are 4) are all blocked in. Scott, ever trying to be the sweet non-confrontational guy that he is, figured that he would just try to squeeze his car around the BMW and work his way out. In the process of trying to do this, he hits a concrete retaining wall & gives himself a flat tire. I figure I’ll try to make some racket to bring the owner of the BMW outside. I intentionally set off my own car alarm & lean on the horn. No response. Which figures, because I live within earshot of the intersection of 2 major freeways, and the apartments are pretty well insulated so you never hear all the road noise. So I try hopping on the beamer, figuring I might set off its alarm, which surely the owner would recognize. No luck (even when I jumped butt-first onto the hood).
Finally I decide I’ll go knocking door to door, starting first with the people whose lights are still on (it is after 10:00 on a Tuesday night, after all). I try the guy who lives next door to me. He comes to the door in his boxer shorts — the TV is on & he looks slightly stoned. He says he doesn’t know anything about a BMW. Fine. Then I realize that noisy dude upstairs has his lights on. I run up there & knock. Pause. No response. Knock again. I see a shadow in the window next to the door & I see the light behind the peephole go dark & then light again. Still no response. I yell “Hello?!?!!!” and finally he opens the door. This is not the old dude who used to live above me, much to my surprise. This is a young guy, probably in his early 20’s, kind of cute in a vacant-looking sort of way. Actually, something about him reminded me of my brother. This is not to imply that my brother is in any way a vacant guy — on the contrary, he’s a very deep, sensitive, kind, warm-hearted soul. But sometimes he gets a look on his face that makes you wonder if anyone’s home.
Anyway, turns out that Noisy Upstairs Guy is a new tenant (I caught a glimpse of a box spring on its side in the living room — I guess that explains the noise factor) and naturally, yes, he is also the owner of the BMW. He comes out & moves it, and apologizes for the inconvenience, which was nice. Then I sit in the parking lot with Scott while he changes his tire. Sitting, of course, being the only thing I can contribute to a tire-changing scenario. I have a cell phone & a AAA membership, but other than that, I’m not much help.
One thing that struck me is that Noisy Upstairs Guy seems really young to have that kind of car, I’m guessing it was a college graduation present from Mommy & Daddy. In any case, that double parking business is rude as hell, and he better watch his little beamer yuppie ass or he’s going to find a flaming bag of Teenie poop on his doorstep someday.
Yeah yeah, I know, I get grumpy when I’m sleep deprived.
There’s this weird thing about the weather in Seattle. It rains, but we almost never have thunder & lightning. In fact, it very rarely really rains. Typically it just drizzles or mists, and even that’s only in the winter. Sorry to shatter that little meteorological stereotype, but it’s true. I think that rumor about “it rains all the time in Seattle” was secretly devised to keep everyone in the country from wanting to move here. Anyway, the cloudy/drizzly weather started sometime in the past week or two, and it’s been nice because it feels weird when it’s sunny & warm for too long here. Now when it’s overcast & 55 degrees, it’s more like… ahh, balance has been restored to the universe at last.
Anyway, I was sitting in my apartment tonight, and I heard thunder. I got so excited about it because I miss it — I know that sounds odd, but actually most of the people that I’ve met here who are from other parts of the U.S. also comment on the fact that they miss the drama of thunderstorms. Anyway, I was listening and enjoying it for a minute or two, then I realized that it’s not thunder at all.
What was it, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you….
The guy upstairs is moving furniture around.
Damn.
Now I’m just annoyed with the noise, I can’t even pretend that it’s thunder so I can enjoy it.
And on that note, I’m off to lie in bed, where I can freely sulk about noisy neighbors and silent weather clouds.