A Fabulous Weekend
Every now and then, exciting things happen all at once. This weekend, for example, was one of the best weekends I've had in ages. A friend came down from Vermont and so it was great to hang out with her. An old friend was having a party, so we went to that and met some fun people. I also ran into an old friend who had some very amusing and interesting stories to tell. Then, leaving the party we ran into another friend who pulled us into a bar and kept us laughing our asses off til last call, when he put us in a taxi. We got home at dawn.
This was particularly gratifying because my friend who was visiting is a full-time working Mom and usually goes to bed before 10:00 PM. She said she hadn't been out on the town like that since her kids were born. It was great to see her doing shots at 3:45 AM. We had a blast.
Then, the next afternoon we got up and went driving around looking at houses. (Because that's what I do. The way some girls shop for shoes.) I recently stumbled on another great Jersey City neighborhood that's taking off like wildfire, and real estate pioneer that I am, I'm always looking for ghetto on the brink of gentrification. This is slightly more of the former than the other neighborhoods I've been looking at, but there are reasons why I really like it. So I'm going to go see a house there in a little bit.
For readers who are wondering about the Secret Garden House-- I just don't think I can swing it. The parking issue is truly an obstacle, as I keep strange hours and really hate having to circumnavigate the globe just to go home. (My friend who had the party on Saturday lives in a loft above a comedy club, and sometimes has to stand in line to go home. Which is pretty funny.)
But the best part of the weekend was last night, when we went to see Barach Obama speak. My friend and I were swooning like bobby-soxers before Elvis. I stood about 2 feet away from him, and got a great photo of his back that I'll put up here if I ever figure out how to email pictures from my phone.
So all in all-- it was a really great weekend. I'm still on the Barach Obama high.
And tonight I'm driving back up to Vermont-- with my friend in the car, thank heavens- and I get to see my dogs, who have been staying with a friend up there while I went to Florida and entertained my visitor this weekend. I'm pretty happy about that. Casey won't be there, of course. But dogs is dogs, and my ones that remain are pretty darn sweet too.
Look for Barach Obama later. He rocks.
This was particularly gratifying because my friend who was visiting is a full-time working Mom and usually goes to bed before 10:00 PM. She said she hadn't been out on the town like that since her kids were born. It was great to see her doing shots at 3:45 AM. We had a blast.
Then, the next afternoon we got up and went driving around looking at houses. (Because that's what I do. The way some girls shop for shoes.) I recently stumbled on another great Jersey City neighborhood that's taking off like wildfire, and real estate pioneer that I am, I'm always looking for ghetto on the brink of gentrification. This is slightly more of the former than the other neighborhoods I've been looking at, but there are reasons why I really like it. So I'm going to go see a house there in a little bit.
For readers who are wondering about the Secret Garden House-- I just don't think I can swing it. The parking issue is truly an obstacle, as I keep strange hours and really hate having to circumnavigate the globe just to go home. (My friend who had the party on Saturday lives in a loft above a comedy club, and sometimes has to stand in line to go home. Which is pretty funny.)
But the best part of the weekend was last night, when we went to see Barach Obama speak. My friend and I were swooning like bobby-soxers before Elvis. I stood about 2 feet away from him, and got a great photo of his back that I'll put up here if I ever figure out how to email pictures from my phone.
So all in all-- it was a really great weekend. I'm still on the Barach Obama high.
And tonight I'm driving back up to Vermont-- with my friend in the car, thank heavens- and I get to see my dogs, who have been staying with a friend up there while I went to Florida and entertained my visitor this weekend. I'm pretty happy about that. Casey won't be there, of course. But dogs is dogs, and my ones that remain are pretty darn sweet too.
Look for Barach Obama later. He rocks.
posted by Cupcakegrrl at Monday, November 07, 2005
4 Comments:
Barach Obama does rock, and I wish you well on your house hunting.
I believe he spells his name Barack with a K. But that doesn't reduce his coolness. Let's hope the Senate doesn't get to him and turn him into an officious slug. I have been mourning the loss of Left senate leadership since Paul Wellstone's demise.
Of course he spells it with a "K"... I'd like to pretend I was just testing you. But in fact I am dyslexic and I can't always discern spelling without maximum effort. (Which of course I don't put in if I think I AM spelling something right.)
Please apply the Dyslexia Disclaimer to typos you see in my postings, too. The eyes play tricks. It's an Achilles' heel for sure.
Don't tell Senator Obama I didn't know how to spell his name.
I don't think the weasels on the Hill will pull him down to their level. He seems above that.
But I do worry about his safety.
What useful question
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