Still Here
Still alive and kicking. Things haven't taken a turn for the worse yet, and hopefully they won't. In good news, Elena agreed to purchase the Avenue Q tickets I was going to give her for her birthday, at full price no less, so I'm happy about that. I'm not so happy that her mom couldn't refer me to someone else to get my Herbalife (my diet stuff) from.
I spoke to her mom yesterday and she said I shouldn't feel weird about still coming around to their house to get the stuff because as she put it, "The boys always hang around." Funny, I only remember running into one of Elena's ex-boyfriends at her house, only because he was still friends with her brother and her sister's fiance. Anyway, I said I would feel werid about it, so we came up with a workaround. Anytime I need to stuff, I call her other line which is just for selling the Herbalife, tell her what I want, she gives me a total, leaves the stuff in a big plastic bin thats always outside of their fron door, I take the stuff and leave the check. Transaction complete. I guess I can be OK with that. I still want to stick with the diet and it really does work for me. Now that I'm single I need to look good, and more importantly feel better about myself if I'm going to get back out there and meet someone new.
So, what's going to happen is this: Elena is going to give her mom the $190 she owes me for the tickets and that is going to put towards a crap load of Herbalife for me (I'm stocking up so I don't have to make so many return trips) and I'll leave a check for the difference with the theatre tickets. A simple and efficient business arrangement.
I still think the fact that she wants to buy the tickets is kind of weird. I know I'd be creeped out about buying tickets off my ex for something they were going to take me to for my birthday. I mean, my name is printed on the tickets and everything. And sitting there in the theatre knowing that you were supposed to be going with someone else? Just odd. But then again, I guess Elena is just odd like that and doesn't mind and just wants to see the show.
The e-mail she sent me saying she wanted to take the tickets was weird too. It went something like, "Thanks for offering the tickets, I really want to go, although I really can't afford it, I'll take them, definately." And yes, thats how she spelled definitely, with an A. Talk about misleading. Halfway in I thought I was going to have to be that person that everyone in my department makes fun of who sends out a firmwide e-mail announcing their need for something. We get some doozy's, thats for sure. The best was someone offering Barry Manilow tickets, or someone looking for a quality roof guy. That's lawyers for you though.
In other news, snow sucks. We got hit with what I guess could be called a major storm yesterday afternoon. It didn't accumulate a lot of snow, but it caused a ton of havoc. It was raining in the morning, got really cold and the rain turned to snow. So all the wet roads turned to slush, then to just a sheet of ice. My office closed at 3:30 and I hightailed it out trying to get home, and didn't get anywhere. I decided I'd head to my dad's office, two exits up the parkway and leave my car there and have him take me home. What would normally be a 10 minute trip between offices (I've done it in as little as 7 minutes, speeding like a mad demon) took an HOUR!!! AN HOUR!!! To drive all of 2 or 3 miles, tops. Crazy.
We got home safe and sound though, after two and a half hours and the commute in with my brother to get my car wasn't fun, but hey, I didn't have to drive any of it, so what do I care? I just hope the drive home is smooth, because I'm in no mood to sit in traffic for hours on end behind the wheel. At least as a passenger you can read, or sleep, but as the driver you unfortunately have to be conscious. Don't you hate that?
Comments
Ugh, isn't it frustrating when you're just stuck in traffic? Scott and I were stuck in it the other day and it took an hour to drive less than half a mile! It was horrible. Also, I agree it would be odd to see Elena and go around the house, but who knows, maybe in time it won't be. I work in the building next to an ex boyfriend and I see him occassionally and his car all the time. It doesn't bother me, but really our relationship was far from serious.
Posted by: Jenniy | March 9, 2005 3:07 PM