Oh what a weekend...
So Friday night I went out with the new guy, R. He picked me up at about 7:30 and meandered our way to Flattop Grill for supper. We had about a 25 min drive (with a stop for a really long train) and a 25 min wait for our table so we got to talk a little bit about ourselves and our families. By the time we finished our meals and our desert and got me back home it was after 10 and I was ready for bed. It went well.
Saturday I went and purchased my gift for the bridal shower next weekend. I spent what I wanted to so I am happy. I cleaned house, did laundry by hand (because I am boycotting the laundries around my house) and went grocery shopping. I did finally get some flowers sent to Mom, for Mother's Day along with 2lbs of chocolate.
Sunday afternoon I made my way to his house for the graduation party of his brother's girlfriend. I did lots of handshakes and "glad to meet you" greetings and 5 hours later as I left I got tons of hugs and kiss with my goodbyes. While there I felt very poor, very fat and very much so from WI. Every one was very nice, but the women were all beautiful, petite, dark italians, dripping with diamonds.
I had mentioned to R that I didn't do well with crowds of people I don't know and I guess he took that as his sign that he needed to stay by me most of the time. If he had to do something he would tell me where he was going and how long till he would be back. About 3 hours in I told him to leave me and go play beanbag toss with all of the guys and he didn't even last long with that before he came back to me. I spent a long time talking to his sister and her mother-in-law, who were both supper nice and talked about sports way too much. He made sure someone took our picture, which was in my email box this morning when I woke up. The food was great...5 italian main dishes with many sides. I was really good and ate well, only having 2 tiny pcs of desert.
At one point his sister was talking about a family member not present that ran a restaurant in Wi, and who has a lazy, cheating wife. After explaining that she didn't help out at the restaurant, clean their kids or house and was running around on him she said "because that is what they do up there in WI." I then said "wow, now she is maligning my home state". She just looked at me blankly and said oh sorry and continued on with the conversation. After I got home I called my mom and told her and she started laughing, commenting that it must be odd, having been looked down on at times for being black, now I was being looked down on because I was from Wi.
Posted in: General Life on Monday, May 14, 2007 at 10:59 AM
