I am watching a "NewsDoc" on MTV right now. It is showing a woman giving up her child for adoption. She is sitting there, signing away her rights to the baby she spent a day delivering and nine months carrying around in her womb, with tears streaming down her face. How heartbreaking! My petty problems seem so trifiling in comparison.
This weekend was not what I had planned on. Yet, I actually had a fun time last night. I was set to just stay in and watch a movie, but Natalie called me, trying to set me up with her boyfriend's brother. Her first attempt at matchmaking failed. She wanted to set me up with her man's friend, a "total hottie who drives a Benz." Well, she decided to have him come into a bar we were all at on some random Tuesday when I was wearing a hat, sweatshirt and no makeup. Needless to say, he didn't ask to see me again. Oh well, I found him to be the type of guy that takes a little too much time in the bathroom, if you know what I mean. Anyway... back to Tony's brother...
He gets in the car, very quiet with a serious look on his face. Five minutes into the foray, Natalie were talking exhuberently, per usual, and homeboy SHUSHED me. Then he launched into some Croatian diatribe with his brother. I was miffed. So I got really quiet. We get to this Polish night club, and walked into the vestibule to the strains of "What is Love?" Was this about to be a night at The Roxbury? Lordy. I am really happy for Natalie. Tony is a great guy. His brother left much to be desired, personality-wise. Same tallness and good looks, without the smile... until...
Hey, I am a funny motherfucker. I think I melted his ice heart. He began to talk and make eye contact, and then he even SMILED! Praise be! I ripped on him for SHUSHING me, and he apologized. He ended up being a nice guy. First impressions, sometimes not so right. Lesson learned. I snuck my Long Island out! I just remembered that! Then in an act of defiance, I threw the glass into the parking lot. What an asshole I am! Some poor shlub is going to drive over the glass, get a flat, and I am to blame. Guilt is racking me as I type. Oh well.
The drive from downtown took forever, so long that I feel asleep. We get back to my place and they had to wake me up. How embarrasing. My neck hurts now.
SUNDAYS. I can't decide if they suck or not. I mean, you have all day to do whatever you want, but the thought of getting up early in the morning to go to work for a full week is lingering in the back of your mind, ready to spoil whatever fun you may manage to suck out of the day. At least on Saturday, you have a Sunday buffer. Friday at 3:30 is the best. Especially this one coming up. I am going to Indy! Hooray! I miss Jessi and Todd and Megan and Broad Ripple and pretty Ikea house. Jessi and I are going to see OLD SCHOOL on Saturday. I have not so heavily anticipated a movie since... well maybe never. Now that a realize the full beauty and charisma that is Vince Vaughn, my excitment for a COMEDY he is in is unparalleled.