2004-05-13

Tonight I got dinner at my favorite little known/rarely busy Mexican place. There was a couple sitting in the dining area. I reasoned that this is a fairly "With It" couple. It was pretty obvious that the female party was much hipper than I am. And because the male party has a girlfriend, he is hipper than I am. On my way in I overheard her say "...honor our relationship in the best possible way..." Uh oh. This sounds like she's dragging him into something. He's kind of leaning back in his chair a little wearing the dull expressionless face you'd expect from a city council meeting attendee. But I had to get food. And when I was done getting food, I heard the female party repeat that ass-puckering phrase: "honor our relationship in the best way."

Who uses this phrase? Who uses it twice in such a short time? At first I thought it was something religious - like she was recruiting him for her cult or something. But then I thought that it's probably has more to do with getting married. But my Google-fu only really turns up stuff about religion and dying/funerals. So, in conclusion, I think that she was, in fact, recruiting him for a cult and probably asking him to drink Kool-Aid, which was teh best possible way to honor their relationship.

ALSO...

So I've been looking for a new place to live - preferably Queen Anne or Madison Park (yes, I would like live in a disturbingly WASPy, excessively boring neighborhood). However, I've begun leaning toward Madison Park out of spite. Someone I know, who lives there, said the area wasn't my cup of tea. It's full of rich older women, right? How is that not my cup of tea? It's exactly my cup of tea. I think they just don't want me nearby. So anyway, I believe I've found a place that is right across the street from them. And if I'm going to take the next step in living a spite-centered life, I need to get this apartment - living across the street from them would be this great big "I'll show you something about cup of tea!". I just don't know if I'm ready for that, though. I'm afraid that I'm not angry enough. That I'm not ready to put someone else's misery ahead of my comfort (truth: the apartment's fine, MP is just farther from downtown than I'd like and doesn't have particularly well worn transit trails). But, forgodsakes, yell at me if you know of something nice. Free banana bread or I'll get you a forged diploma or we can work something out.

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