As expected, Sunday was quite a day. I was up at 7:30am to clean & prettify my house for the open house that afternoon. I cleaned solid until 1pm, save 20 minutes for a shower. People were actually here to see the place right at 1pm, which was surprising considering the weather. Realtor said it showed beautifully, and there’s one couple in the apartments nearby that seemed especially interested. Maybe there’s hope. And this post actually gets pretty exciting….seriously.

I rushed off to Carmel for my first baby shower. I was certain that I’d forgotten something in my haste. I stopped by an open house for a home in Westfield that I liked, but seeing it without furniture really kinda hurt it for me. Anyway, the baby shower. I step in the door and see a lovely lil beagle greeting me. As I stoop down to pet her, I glance to my left to see something very woolly staring me in the eyes triggering a “hellooooo” from me. Seems an Irish Wolfhound named Bella was the other family pet. They were both quite lovely. And then I fell in love with their house. It was straight out of a Target commercial. Dark, geometric concrete floor, vintage sofa, old school record player, really nice art/photos, and the most perfect vintage green paint. I would have moved in right there.

Everyone there was great. All the cool work people came, so it was really good times. The highlight was a story being shared involving domestic abuse neighbors, pot, and the cops. What makes the story special is that after they finished telling it, the hostess says:

“umm I have to explain something. That lady that was here….her & her husband ran out of gas, so she was waiting here while Mike took him to get more gas. So i was standing here with her thinking “ooh guys, please talk about nice things” since she was episcopal aka long skirts. She’d just arrived here from West Virginia to go to bible school.”

So we all just lost it…the conversations up til that had been SO mild, so it was hilarious that the one “rough” story was told in the presence of a woman that likely thought we were all going to hell. You just can’t script things like that. Mitch told me this morning that I missed a few more good stories, one which is too funny not to share. This girl was telling about how her car got stolen & broken into…

“So I found the car a few days later and there was a CD left in it, and I called the cops to see if they could take prints off of it. Well, they asked me what the CD was, so I said “I’m not sure, but they must have gotten it at a garage sale.” So the cop asks why I think that, and I say, “well, it says 50 cents” on it. And the cop asks me if I could repeat that. They must have had me on speakerphone, laughing at me, since a couple weeks ago, my little sister was listening to music, and I was like “ooh, ooh who is that?!? that’s the CD that was in my car” and my sister says “50 cent” and I could have died when I heard that.”

hahaha that made for a great laugh this morning. Made me feel a bit less sheltered for sure. Anyway, I had to leave the fun party to get down to Bloomington. I picked up Ryan, the myspace friend, since he was the only person I could find to take my spare BB King ticket. We headed south to B-town. My sis & her boyfriend made us all breaded pork cutlets, mashed potatoes, and dream cake. It was awesome! However, as we sat down in the auditorium, we all looked at each other and scrunched our noses, realizing we all smelled like grease. Not more than 5 minutes later, I eavesdrop on the man behind us talking about how much he hated smelling like a restaurant. haha so we were embarrassed.

But BB King…it was officially my first star-struck moment. His band played 2 sets before he came on stage, but the moment I saw him step foot out, I was just humbled. And then he spoke and well, I think I died. I looked to my sister and in the most excited, dumbfounded way, I was like “BB King….he’s right there?!?” and rudely pointed enthusiastically. Aside from his horny old man comments, I was content listening to him talk. I loved the way he spoke, which is fortunate since he talked most the show away. The band wasn’t as solid as I would have expected, but BB lived up to his reputation. I just closed my eyes and rocked the evening away. I was thankful to have gotten to see him. I mean, he is 80.

After some dessert back at Jenna’s place, Ryan & I hit the road to head back to Indy. We stopped at Starbucks, and in my excitement over my chai, I lost all notice of speed limits and got myself pulled over. I also only got a verbal warning, which did not please Ryan one bit. But he had an eggnog latte so what does he know?

It was a really enjoyable evening. Ryan was still fun sober as he promised. We talked about the most random shit in the car though. I really dare even mention most of them but just for a sampling, we worked out our theory on how the world would survive if everyone were gay. Ryan crossed the line on supporting my theory, and said he’d crossed the line enough for one day, but I knew he’d cross it again. And he did, at dinner with my sis. My sister did make a valid observation. He looks freakishly like our family doctor from when we were little, which is a bit weird.

So we arrived to Ryan’s place where his roommate who never has people over on Sundays had a person over. Despite my offers to sleep on the floor, Ryan insisted we wait them out of their video game adventures so I could have the couch. So 2am rolled around and we had 6am alarms to look forward to. Not cool.

So the moment I stepped in to the shower the next morning, I remembered what I had forgotten from home. A towel. I had to improvise and thus a t-shirt filled the role. I was thankful I didn’t have long hair, as the t-shirt was next to worthless as a drying aid. So I got to work at 7:30am…way too early, so i hit Starbucks. Needless to say, I’m exhausted right now. 4 hours of sleep in the last 40+ hours.

Work…was work. I still hate .NET. Maybe I can get that close to wrapped up this week though, assuming I catch up on sleep tonight.

I finally got back home, though. I met Dave at Java Roaster to talk work photo potential. It went really well. I do hope it gets approved to outsource. He seems to understand my vision, which is definitely nice. We had some side-tracked convos about music and CG reminiscing which was fun too. So many people I’ve already forgotten. But the best part is I had the BEST chai I’ve ever had there, so I think I need to hang out there more. Good music, chance to see hot Miller brothers, wireless, and yum, warm chai that’s cheaper than Starbucks. I think I’ll aim for becoming a regular.

But yeah, it’s like 10 degrees and my bed is calling me.