Saturday, July 03, 2004

It's been a little while...

Since I posted to my blog. Still nothing new on the job front. I am excited about going to Montreal. I have about 7 books on Canada and 3 sets of French language tapes and/or discs checks out of the library right now. I am still trying to finish Hillary Clinton's biography. I have gotten to the part where she discovered that Bill was lying about Monica. It is so sad. For me, having been through what she was going through, I can only say that I think she handled it much better than I did. But she also had a tremendous amount of support from friends, family and-to hear her tell it-women all over the world. I am glad that she didn't have to go through it alone. But that has to be sheer hell, having *literally* everyone in the world know the gory details of your husband's affair. Unimaginable.

I went to the salon/ day spa yesterday and had a wonderful time. I have a new short haircut, nicely curved eyebrows and pretty pink fingernails and toenails. Thanks again to Bob and Dianne for the lovely gift certificate... you guys rock!! I feel like a brand new woman. I hope I get a job soon so my co-workers will see me looking all spiffy.

Franz and I went to a new restaurant called Park Kitchen last night. It was pretty good- interesting cocktails, interesting food, and interesting wine. The venue was nicely decorated. The only problem was how many tables that they had managed to cram into the place. That and the fact we were right up against the kitchen, which- of course- was hot. My rum infused Cosmo and later my glass of white wine were both sweating under the heat. Luckily, the heat and the breathing helped the white wine. It only became better as the night went on, and it was good to begin with.

We were seated uncomfortably close to others all night. Especially these two big oafish morons who were getting drunk at light speed behind us, in front of their increasingly embarrassed dates for the evening. Franz wanted to turn around and smack them.... something he would have been able to do without getting up from his seat, I might add. We ended up taking bets on what they did for a living for most of the night. Oafish, inappropriately loud, intense lack of social graces and profuse swearing in public, all while getting hammered on multiple bottles of wine priced at a minimum of $35.00 a pop... I was thinking nouveau riche. I was thinking investment banker, or upper crust auto salesmen- or something else in sales along those lines. A glorified hustler. The kind of man who makes his money by selling other’s goods or services to men like himself… ex-frat/jock boys who have, by the grace of God, been born into this country heterosexual, white and male at a time in history when these were all still good things to be. There was an air of entitlement and a sense that they thought they belonged in a restaurant like that in spite of their behavior. Perhaps, they even thought, because of it. I can picture a guy like this spouting the party line as to why he is so successful… you know, something along the lines of having “made his own destiny” because of how “hard he pushes the envelope,” or some crap like that.

I mainly felt sorry for their dates. These poor women. It seemed as though they were feigning interest and trying to hide their embarrassment for the first part of the evening. Then, as the booze wore on, they stopped trying to shush the men and starting trying to assert themselves and tell their own inappropriately loud stories. They began trying to play the game on the men’s field, as it were. All in all, pretty damn sad.

I left the restaurant feeling lucky that I am with a man who is quiet, kind and not at all overbearing. And also very glad not to be out there dating in a world with men like that in it. So, I ended the night happy, thankful, in love, increasingly appreciative of my world and gastronomically sated. Not a bad way to cap off an evening.

Love to all,

Sherry

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