Thursday, September 18, 2008 at 11:30am.
first of all, thanks to everyone who called assuming that my apartment got washed away by flood waters. it did not. i like to think that it was god's way of smiling upon my new, not living in sin, lifestyle. before, whenever there was there was any disaster to be had in albany park, our place was the first to go: fires, shoot-outs, car crashes... they were always in or behind our apartment. then, the worst flood in the city of chicago in ages, decades, and our apartment is one of the very few spared. and we're no longer living in a state of perilous mortal sin. co-incidence? i think not.
and, anyway, i don't know what's worse, having your house washed away by flood waters or living in a neighborhood that has newly aquired the stench of rotting river waste and raw sewage. ew.
also, and i want to say this in the least potically offensive way possible, i wonder what did more damage to albany park this week: the massive flooding or the M80s and quarter sticks blown off for mexican independance day?
my best friend broke up with her long time boyfriend (finally). i want to be all understanding and say sweet things but i've long been wondering how they lasted this long. the guy was a total choad. no job, cheater, crazy head games... it got me thinking about relationships. obviously she had to have seen something in him to keep it going as long as it did. i think everyone has their own relationship identity; i mean, you're yourself around your normal friends and then you're a totally different person around your lova. in trying to consol her i found that all i could say is, "honey, i don't claim to know the ins and outs of your relationship, and the only person who knows what the two of your are REALLY like is (drum roll) the two of you. i can't make judgements about whether or not you should stay together, but i can tell you, as a third party, that if someone you're been dating (and live with!!!) breaks up with you on GCHAT (seriously gmail chat) there's something really asinine about that person."
i seriously hope the break up sticks. she's so much better without him.
Orion started his new job at victor neumann this week. and it's awesome. he has all this responsibility and wears clean clothes everyday. even ties. sometimes a suit. i think it's funny that when we met he didn't even own a belt and had never been to a tailor whereas i had a running tab with the dry cleaner. now he picks me up from work in his fancy duds, in our fancy car... and i am covered in baby puke and wearing stretchy sweatpants. awesome.
hopefully the hours won't be as bad as his last job. he's not on call 24/7 and he's basically his own boss, so that should help. he was telling me about all the employees he has to hire and the house he has to set up and i was like... whoa. you're totally 30, grampa. i love it!
we're looking for a good two bedroom in a decent neighborhood near public transportation. anybody know any renters or sublettors?
also, we all went to spyner's on saturday and sang our guts out. i am now incredibly hoarse. but it was so much fun. orion and i ended up bringing home a cat (?!) that we know nothing about and who could be, as i write this, clawing the shit out of my apartment and peeing on my new rug. ( i hid all my shoes). or fleas, oh my god, i hope it doesn't have fleas... this antic may actually top the drunken pumpkin antics of last fall... the sundermeyers know what i'm talking about
I also spent a large majority of my intoxication on trying to convince one of my gorgeous female friends to date this enormous, really rather old, jewish rabbi i met at the bar. he had designs on me (which orion, rather than displaying any signs of jealousy, thought was HILARIOUS) and i felt so bad for him (he had rather poor hygiene and was, to be honest, atrociously overweight) i decided he would be perfect for my friend who, oh yeah, has a freaking boyfriend.
that marks the end of my matchmaking. the poor rabbi was only looking for a fun one nighter with a gentile woman and i repeatedly raise and dash his hopes with my various female friends... then sang "love is a battlefield" -not once, TWICE. and it is. seriously.
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