A lot has been going on lately.
I hope to have a fulfilling job by the end of the month. The kind where you are doing actual work and at times are even stressed out about it. How excited am I at the possibility of being stressed out? So far all my jobs have been well paid internet surfing gigs.
Next I’ve been investigating the possibility of owning 650 square feet of over priced high demand property in up town. A convenient ten minutes from salsa three times a week, with the yummiest restaurants, and most uppity homeowners. Lady Cranky would like to be a little uppity. So I’ve been going through the whole mortgage approval process realizing how poor I am. Then I came up with the brilliant idea of selling time shares of sorts to all the men in my life. Now I’m not saying their buy in has anything to do with sex, but instead since the condo would be so conveniently located, they could buy a share, so that they have a place to crash for one month or a week out of the year….that sort of thing. So far I’ve only had one taker, who I suspect has an ulterior motive….
It’s also wedding card season. Yesterday I got two fat envelopes. Wedding cards are fancy these days. When you open the envelope like confetti falls out all sorts of extra paper: replies, gift registries, directions, what you should wear to what. Both marriages are a uniting of two different religious beings, and such have two equally important ceremonies. It took me several reads to figure out when I had to be where and what kind of outfit would be involved.
Next issue that comes up is a date. Who do I take to the wedding? I could take a boy. But frankly there isn’t anyone I would want to spend four awkward hours with. My friend S has thrown her hat in, insisting that Weddings are the place to meet men….after watching “the last Kiss” I think she needs to re-phrase that with “It is the place to meet someone else’s man.” Yet I think it’s a good scenario two single girls at a Trini wedding….soaking in the culture. N has promised that if I come sans man, I will be hit on constantly, and after this long boring winter, I could use some positive reinforcement.