Little Notes

We went to see a house with curiousmay9 today. It’s very intrigu­ing. It can be hard to see beyond the fact that a house real­ly, seri­ous­ly needs a lot of clean­ing and ren­o­va­tion, but it’s got good bones and a lot of poten­tial. I’m not thrilled about the loca­tion, espe­cial­ly as it’s on a road that goes some­where. But it has a lot of land around it, and it’s very interesting.

If she buys the place (which is very prob­a­ble), she’s going to need a care­tak­er to live in it rent-free for 6–7 months while it’s being ren­o­vat­ed. It’ll have a sol­id roof, elec­tric­i­ty, a work­ing bath­room, heat, etc. It’s not far from Six Flags. Is any­body inter­est­ed, or know some­one who might be?

We sort of had a late lunch/dinner at Shipfeif­fer­’s in Buck­head. We had gone down there to eat at The Bread Mar­ket, and it’s GONE! I am beside myself with grief. They had the world’s best chick­en sal­ad! Now I must find a way to repro­duce that recipe, despite not hav­ing had it in a long time. Waaaaahhhhh!

And cheese cream brown­ies. I want a good recipe for those, too.

Right now, we have beignets from Huey’s for dessert. In fact, I bet I can get Sam to warm them up for me…

Any­way, we went to the Poly South­east Meet ‘n Greet this evening. It was pret­ty nice—there were eleven peo­ple there by the time we left. It’s very like­ly that some­one else showed up after that, as we left around 8:30 to come home and con­tin­ue enjoy­ing our adults-only week­end. I like Choco­Laté bunches.

My PDA sud­den­ly went wonky while we were there, though—I’d opened it to try to look up a phone num­ber. Now it’s get­ting stuck with a flash­ing Palm logo. I had to do a hard reset and now attempts to syn­chro­nize it fail. I am NOT hap­py. The Palm Sup­port folks will be get­ting a phone call from me as soon as they open Mon­day morning.

Lots of won­der­ful gam­ing with my man 🙂 I’m miss­ing Check and Mate, though, which is the game we play with leduck and com­pa­ny. And I could def­i­nite­ly stand to spend more time play­ing the oth­er game, Silken Moon­light, with tbrents. mique_mique, won’t you PLEASE come back soon and join us?

Final­ly, and I know this is ter­ri­bly impor­tant to every­one, I have a shoe prob­lem. I have no sexy, com­fy black shoes. I need some. Love­ly cushy short boots would be splendiferous.

Oh, okay, that was­n’t final­ly. The wait­ress at Shipfeif­fer­’s caused my first-ever urge to hold some­one down and apply a make­up sponge. Vig­or­ous­ly. You could see exact­ly where every sep­a­rate cos­met­ic she had used began and ended—there were dis­tinct bor­ders. Foun­da­tion, blush, and 3 sep­a­rate eye­shad­ow shades (I could count them, eas­i­ly). And the frosty blush­er and shadow—ewww! Not right for her, or her very casu­al out­fit and work envi­ron­ment. Or is the frosty stuff com­ing back in, already in, what­ev­er? (You can tell I’m not in touch with cur­rent fash­ion at all). I don’t gen­er­al­ly notice make­up all that much, but it was just too bad to ignore. curiousmay9 and sam­bear just nod­ded at me when I point­ed it out, not real­ly under­stand­ing my dis­may since nei­ther of them wear make­up at all. I am, there­fore, left to kvetch to my LJ friends.