Sunday, November 2, 2008

Go Vote

The weekend is almost over, and it was a good one. There were the Halloween trick-or-treating shenanigans (lots of fun, and lots of candy left over) and Leila spent the night at her grandparents house on Saturday so mom and dad had a date. It wasn't the traditional dinner-and-a-movie date that so many couples engage in. It was the, "come over to my house and I'll cook for you" kind of date, only without the coming over part because Rob already lives at my house. It was rainy (finally) and at around 4:30 I decided I'd make a hearty stew, so I went to grocery store and we ate dinner at 9:20. We had cocktails and hors d'oeuvres, and watched three or four episodes of The West Wing on DVD. We stayed up to watch John McCain on SNL, and then our date ended the way all my high school dates ended: with no sex.
I didn't have dates in high school, actually. I had long suffering crushes on foreign exchange students and seniors, and pined away like a puppy asking stupid questions like "what's your favorite color?" and stuff like that. I guess I had a date for my eighth grade graduation, but after that, I didn't have a proper date, where you get taken out to dinner, until college. I was out of the country for my junior prom, and I didn't get asked to my senior prom. I asked a guy to take me, and he did, sort of. We drove to event together with some of my friends, and at some point we ate something, but other than that we didn't actually hang out at all. Not the dream we all dream of, but I think proms are supposed to suck. So, I didn't have dates, I had crushes that sometimes ended up in drunken making out, followed by me obsessing about every word and gesture. Not a fun way to live. I once said, "I wouldn't go through high school again if you paid me." To which someone responded, "Why not? You did it for free the first time." That's very true. I'd be really good at high school, now, though. What the hell am I talking about?
I don't know how I got on that topic. Oh yeah, sexless date. Anyway, we had a nice evening, and woke up and walked the dog and got a scone, had lunch with my parents, and then I went to the mall with my mom and we poked around there for a while. She bought me my birthday present (new Ipod) but I'm not allowed to have it until my birthday. Why does my birthday bring out the most immature side of me? Does everyone feel this way? Am I just a spoiled brat? Well, whatever it is, I'm enjoying it this year. I'm one of my few friends who is still firmly in her thirties, so I'm going to rejoice.
By the way, in case you read my post about eating cow tongue, and the question of whether people still eat it has been nagging at you, its been nagging at me, too. So, when I went to the meat counter to get my stew meat yesterday I asked the guy if anyone still eats tongue, and he said, no. He said he's had maybe three people special order it since he's been there (and it was insinuated that this meant it was a rare thing) and I asked if all those people were old folks, and he confirmed that, yes, they were all old folks. Maybe those people were nostalgic about the depression and wanted to roast up some cow tongue for old time's sake. So, there you have it, no one eats cow tongue anymore, and you can now rest easier.
I made the mistake of buying my dog another stuffed dog toy, and there's white, fluffy dog-toy innards all over the floor. This is a problem only because he doesn't let me sweep the floor; he wants to eat the broom. I also bought him a rain slicker.
Go vote.

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