Aug. 15th, 2004

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had dinner with J2 last night... she's the girlfriend i used to work with who had the rooftop 4th of july party this year. i hadn't seen her since then, and we had so much to catch up on... so we made plans to grab a bite to eat, and then go [livejournal.com profile] davissquarecats's place after.

we ended up never making it to the get-together, because there was so much to talk about, we were at the restaurant for most of the night. J2 is one of those friendships where you have an instant bond the moment you meet the person, and within minutes you're telling them everything about your life because you know they're of like mind. we had a lovely dinner out on the deck of the red fez -- sangria, spinach salads, grilled scallops, more mezze than you could shake a stick at. and we talked all night, about boys, sex, family... she is so completely thrilled about me falling in love again, it made me even more giddy than i already am. she's the one person so far who hasn't questioned the timing or circumstances of this, she's just genuinely happy and interested. what's nice is that, as a single parent herself, she's there to offer me insight into what it's like to build a relationship when you have a child in the picture. she's a good person to have in my corner.

when i dropped her off at home, i came in for a bit so that i could see... ELI! the coolest cat in the world! (and you know i don't say that lightly, considering that i love my two as if i gave birth to them.) eli belongs to her boyfriend, and every time i see him i want to steal him and take him home. he is the freakiest cat i've ever seen -- very tiny, very sleek, a greyish-brown color with really really soft, short fur. he looks like just fur and bones, almost like he's part snake. and he has these UNNERVINGLY HUGE EYES... sweet baby jesus... you can say, "eli!!!" and he'll look up at you with these freak eyes as big as trashcan lids, and you don't know whether to smooch him or run screaming into the night. and his voice... you say, "eli! speak!!!" and he makes his freak eyes really huge and goes, "cack cack cack cack..." and i fall down laughing. he's so awesome.

so, today there's much to be done... especially in the cleaning department. ugh. and the ex is coming over this afternoon to get the rest of his stuff. so the next 6 hours are going to be spent working. at least i'll have the BBQ this afternoon, and chatting with peter tonight, to wind things down. aaaahhhhhh.
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"you will be sharing great news with all the people you love."

wouldn't THAT be nice! perhaps i should check yesterday's lottery ticket...
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ugh. i have a weekly report due tonight by midnight, and i don't wanna do it. i just want to go to be-edddd. *whine*

the ex came over to get the last of his stuff, and his mail (he forgot to do a change of address). it was nice to see him... a bit odd, but nice. little angus's reaction was priceless -- the ex walked in the door and crowed, "ANGUS!!!" angus looked at him, did a double-take (i've never seen a cat do a double-take before, it was a riot), opened his mouth real wide and went "aaaaccckkkk!!!" and ran over to him, purring like a Harley. it was so cute. they got their fix of each other for a few minutes... even though the ex always said angus drove him crazy, i knew that deep down he loved him, even if he wouldn't admit it. and afterwards it was a shame to see him go, more from the cat's standpoint (yes, i'm protective of my cat's feelings) than mine. there was no real pang of regret there, i didn't feel especially wistful... more glad that things have moved on, and glad that we can still be friendly with each other.

he did mention, before he left, that the place looked good. cleaner. *chortle*

after he left i went to L1's for her birthday BBQ. it was a blast. i love hanging out with my friends when we're all in a group, because i laugh my ass off the whole time. seriously, my stomach hurt by the time i left. it made me briefly think once again about the ex... when we were together, he never wanted to go to any get-togethers that my friends held. even though, the few times i dragged him out, he was funny and conversant and everyone liked him... he just hates being with people who aren't "his" friends, and so he'd refuse to go. (exact quote each time: "that's my hell.") so sitting there with my friends, knowing that i wasn't leaving him behind, knowing that no-one was going to ask where he was, was a nice weight off my shoulders. and in truth, i'd kinda wished peter was there... i think he'd have split his sides right along with us. well, all in good time.

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