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It was a busy weekend in a lot of ways. I had a date with Corn Friday
night, which turned out to be rather awkward, mainly because I can be such
a big crank sometimes. I went straight from work, where I'd stayed after
2 hours to fiddle with my new computer, to Corn's house. By the time we
got to a restaurant (Ethiopian) my blood sugar was so low I couldn't see
straight. I was annoyed by the loud voice and pretensions of the woman at
the table next to us, and I felt like I couldn't escape. The food was
excellent - Asmara is my new favorite restaurant, despite all this.
Still, by the time we got the check and were heading to the car, I
couldn't say anything nice at all. I ended up chewing Corn's head off for
a moment near the end of dinner when he started into my leftovers without
my permission. Yes, he stopped as soon as I told him to, and that should
be sufficient, but, nooooo, I had to bring it up again and make a scene in
the car on the ride home. I was, of course, immediately sorry I had done
so and the silence in the car weighed heavy on my already low mood. I
hate it when it's all me, and that night it really was. Saturday I spent the afternoon sorting through boxes of stuff that Mom brought out months ago. After picking out kitchen ware we didn't have, I boxed the rest of it up and told my roomies I was done for now. I'll move them up to the attic sometime this week. I went to a party Saturday night with Corn and Rebecca in the City. This party did wonders for restoring my mood (although Saturday I wasn't cranky as I was on Friday) and re-establishing my connection with Corn. We just really clicked together that night. It helped that I felt very pretty (I think I met every het boy at the party and some of the gay ones, too) and that Corn was well-admired also. Nothing like seeing your lover through others eyes to help you appreciate them again. I met a nice guy towards the end of the party, with whom I hope to exchange emails. Sunday I slept until 4pm (I was awake for a few hours in the morning), got up, bought bread and salad for dinner with David. At David's we watched not one but TWO baseball games simultaneously for several hours, saw my first grand slam in the bottom of the 15th during the Mets game (they won, but if you care at all about any of this, you know that already). It was ok, if a little disconcerting (since both games had "New York" playing, I had trouble keeping track - David flipped back and forth at an alarming rate). We had a good dinner, though, and David used "Fifi Danger!" on me for the first time...I was a little put out by this at first (it's MY invention) but soon realized that it works on me, too, just like it's supposed to. We got caught up in what parts of speech it could be used as (he used it as a verb) and we totally forgot what we were gonna fight about. As of the invention of this phrase, we have had 0 fights. Which is pretty good. In other news, we're hiring a new receptionist at work, so I emailed Jenna and told her to apply. It would be just the coolest thing to work with her again, and I think she'd fit in well here. Jenna's a hard worker, too, so I'm pretty confident in recommending her for the position. Holly has sent me some more stuff for her travel journal, but I haven't the time to put them up right now. Hopefully by tonight I'll have it all up there. I have the coolest little sister, though, I just want y'all to know that! She's making her living right now belly dancing on the streets of Venice. She says she really likes the way Italian men will just pass her and nod and murmur, "Bella" and walk on. Holly is very pretty, and I think she appreciates the no-obligation attention these men give. I got some of her stuff up at Holly's Raggle Taggle European Tour. Go see how cool Holly wolly is! | ||
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