My neighbors put their house up for sale. This wouldn’t really be newsworthy except these are the ONLY neighbors that we associate with. We hang out with him, go to parties at their houses, invite them to ours, occasionally babysit their 18 month old … and they never said a word. As a matter of fact, they invited us over to play Spades tonight, and they invited us to a Halloween party on 10/27 … but they haven’t mentioned putting the house up for sale (the sign went up Tuesday afternoon). Very strange.
In separate but related news, who the heck still plays Spades? We accepted because, well, it’s the neighbors, but really? I played in high school, and C knows people that played when we were in college, but I feel a little old to be sitting around drinking playing Spades. Maybe I should be drinking Hennessey? Would that better put me in the mood? I guess at least I’ll get the dirt on their house-selling plans. (edit, I’m now asked to bring “bar food”, so I guess I’ll be stuffing some mushrooms when I get home)
Last night we got a babysitter and went out with a very good friend that lives far too close to see as seldom as we do (apparently last time we saw each other was July 2011). We got to meet her boyfriend that she’s been with for over a year now, and spent hours drinking wine and blowing our diet on excellent food and getting as much great conversation in before having to retreat to real life. It was so much fun, and so amazing, and so … Just so. The first thing C said when we left was “I like him better than D already” (her last boyfriend). And while I liked D and was personally heartbroken when they called it quits, Nick is pretty awesome and I just love seeing my friend SO happy. And there may have been discussion about my trouble breast feeding and the size of family members private bits, so now we know each other VERY well.
My prediction on Wednesday about today being a repeat was exactly right. Thankfully it went fast! I have a crazy busy weekend planned, full of dinner with inlaws and baby showers and Korean BBQ with old work friends of C.
And I have nothing else to add, so I'll just mention that I used the peehole in my spanx for the first time ever today. I think that pretty much covers everything.
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2 comments:
Spades. Huh. We used to go to our friends to play Canasta. I'd tell that to people and feel like I had to defend my age. "I'm not REALLY 55, I swear..." but it was fun. And there was often alcohol and yummy snacks involved. :)
There is a peehole in Spanx. I feel somehow less virtuous or carefree knowing this. I have no more words.
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