The Streetcar Chronicles

I’ve written about work more than I’ve meant to lately. How’s about some tales of fun nights spent with friends?

After two cancellations on our part, S and I were finally able to get together for dinner with our friends Christine and T. Both S and I had felt pretty bad that our stomach issues had resulted in our plans being postponed, especially since we wanted to celebrate Christine’s 29th birthday. This past Friday, we went out to a happening Sushi restaurant in our ‘hood.

S and I arrived at 7:30 and only two tables in the restaurant were occupied. Given a choice of seating, S and I elected to sit in the booth in the window. “Does this place ever get busy?” S asked me as we settled in to our seats. Not long after, we were joined by Christine and T.

Christine was as bubbly as ever as we chatted about what we’ve been up to the last few weeks. Christine is a regular reader of the blog so she came to dinner with a few questions for me regarding the breakfast with executives I had participated in earlier in the week. She and S exchanged stories of frustrating HR personnel at their respective companies and then I answered her questions about the breakfast initiative at the office.

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I won’t go into detail about how crappy I felt yesterday. I’ll start with this morning; I woke up feeling much better. I wasn’t 100%, but I was close.

S had made brunch plans with her former colleague Cynthia for this morning. I was going to go to, but I thought it best that I stay home. S got up early and got herself ready. I didn’t get up until close to nine and started the day off by taking the pup out for her walk. It was pretty slushy out with the mild temperatures melting the snow we got yesterday. The gal pal was not happy with having to wear her booties, especially since they were getting wet in all of the puddles. It was a short walk as she didn’t want to be out there.

Back home, S came up from the basement, just about ready. We talked a bit about how I was feeling and Cynthia’s visit. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” S asked me.

“Nah, I probably shouldn’t. Besides, I haven’t even showered yet,” I replied. We carried on, I enjoying my coffee and S getting dressed.

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Today’s been a great Sunday. What’s made it so great? A fantastic outing with friends. S and I had brunch plans with P, K, Christine and T. K and P came in from the ‘burbs together and they pulled up outside the house in a car we had never seen before. “Who’s car is that?” S asked.

“Maybe K had a man stay over and she took his car,” I quipped. P brought the two dogs (hers and K’s) into the house and then we left. On the way to the restaurant, we chatted about the car (it’s a rental while K’s car gets repaired), the week’s events and the fact that P hasn’t noticed that I’ve been wearing make-up for awhile.

We got to the restaurant pretty quickly and S and I exited the car while the girls went in search of parking. We walked inside and were told it’d be about a ten minute wait as the restaurant was busy. We were standing under a vent and the heat was overbearing. K and P joined us a few minutes later and we continued our chat from the car.

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It’s been a pretty relaxing weekend here. All was quiet on the home front except for a little blip yesterday afternoon.

We went for breakfast at our local greasy spoon with our friend K yesterday afternoon. K has told us about her recent home improvement projects that she’s done on her own. She’s insulated her water heater, put up a fence and re-organized her living space all on her own. S thought that perhaps K would be able to help us figure out how to lubricate the treadmill and get it set up properly. K said that she’d be happy to help.

Breakfast was good as we were served by a cheerful, older French-Canadian waitress. She reminds me of my best friend; the way she speaks, how she writes and carries plates. It reminds me that I should get in touch with my best friend. We live a few blocks apart, but I rarely see her.

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S and I have another four day weekend as we took Friday and today off in our attempts to use up vacation days before the end of the year. It’s been a pretty low-key weekend except for Saturday, which was totally bonkers.

The shenanigans started when our friend, Stacy, the dog groomer arrived to groom the gal pal. She had loaded all of her equipment onto the front porch so when she knocked, it was quicker for her to bring everything inside at once. In addition to grooming the dog, she also cuts the cat’s nails because quite frankly, we’d likely injure ourselves if we tried to do it.

Everything was going along fine; the dog was being groomed in the kitchen, S was getting ready and I was working on the computer. Stacy let me know that she was finishing up with the pup, so I went in search of the cat. She hates having her nails cuts so whenever she sees Stacy, she hides. The last time, we had to struggle with getting her out from under the couch in the basement.

Thinking she would be down there again, I began my search there. There was no sign of her. I looked under the basement stairs but didn’t see her there either. I had a quick look around the bookcases and storage boxes thinking she’d curled up somewhere but didn’t find her.

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