Summertime Fun in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Though I’m here (OD) on a pretty regular basis, I really struggle with writing entries lately. I guess it’s just that sometimes I get into the more mundane things and don’t feel like I have much to write.

Looking forward to a little getaway next weekend. Going to see Best Bud and her hubby. I’ll fly into their town on Friday, and on Saturday we’ll drive the 3 ½ hours to a cabin that we’ve rented on the banks of a river. There we’ll meet some other friends (Matt and Greg, possibly BB’s brother and his wife) and spend a few days laughing and catching up. I’ll get back late Tuesday night.

Honestly, I can’t wait to spend time with really good friends. I just don’t feel like I’m clicking with people here. Is it me?

Remember the girl I mentioned in an entry I wrote a week ago? Although a bit of an odd bird, I followed up our meeting with an e-mail thanking her for meeting me out and asking her if she’d like to meet again. I told her I’d look into some information that could help her with her artwork. But I got no response from her. It’s strange. I know she’s gotten my e-mail. Maybe I just wasn’t her cup of tea either.

And on Friday, I met my attorney friend Kim for Happy Hour. I hadn’t seen her in months, I guess. I kinda remember why. First of all, she’s getting very serious with her boyfriend….a guy she met while she was out with me back in early December! I think that’s wonderful. But of course, she’s spends much of her time with him. But when we do get together it’s odd. Sure, she’s articulate…she has to be for her profession. But. How do I put this delicately? She’s annoying. No street smarts whatsoever. And if I’m talking to someone else and she wants to get my attention, she slaps me! You know, the smack on the arm or the tap, tap, tap on the shoulder. Every time she does that I have to fight the urge to instinctively slap her back. It gets worse as she gets more drinks in her. Grrr. Don’t even get me started on the fact that we argue every time we get together. Everything she says simply begs to be debated and disagreed with. I do see the irony here. But damn, it’s frustrating and tiring to play her game.

I suppose I’m just not an easy person to befriend. I’m picky and snobby about my friends. And even still, I can’t seem to get along with them!

Or maybe I’m just turning into an argumentative bitch.

I found a fascinating old used bookstore in a quaint-ish part of town yesterday. I was enjoying the whole ambiance….the smell of old books, the creaky wood floors, the friendly atmosphere between the customers and the staff (obviously everyone knew each other…they were openly drinking PBR and smoking at the front counter. It was much like being in someone’s living room.), the local artwork, photos, artifacts, etc… So I was close to the back of the store, and there was an old guy sitting in a chair reading, when he looked up at me and started a conversation about my jeans (of all things!). They look vintage, but they’re actually brand new. In fact, they’re so new that they’re not even on the market yet (long story). Anyway. We talked. And talked some more. And he threw out some facts about the Levi company that I knew were not true. So I “corrected” him, and he threw out some more information. And then I was on a roll. I spouted. On and on. Some things I knew for sure. Some I didn’t. But it was so odd. I sort of listened to myself arguing my point and wondered inside, what must I sound like to this guy? Do I sound smart and knowledgeable…or just plain argumentative? Hmm.

In the end, we agreed to disagree on some points and left it at that. Strange but interesting encounter.

This from someone who used to be so agreeable it was sick. I was never one to start an argument. Never complained. Always wanted to keep things pleasant. Quiet. Unopinionated. Easy.

How boring.

So I browsed some more. Bought a book of personal essays (how fitting), and the guy at the counter was pleased, as the book was once his. He opened it up and showed me his name on the front page. He wanted to chat. Told me to come back…that today (Sunday) there would be poetry readings, etc. and that he would be there. As I walked out the door I wondered if he was drunk. I think everyone there was either drunk or stoned. They all had the munchies and I heard them talking about the Asian noodle shop across the street. I was bummed because I’ve been craving Asian noodles lately, but had just eaten at Chipotle. Maybe today.

Well. It’s 10:00. I’ve got lots to do today. Namely clean and work on my next presentation.

OH!! I do have a request….I’m working on a video to show at our next sales meeting. The video part is done, but I need some music to soundtrack. Good, fun, summertime stuff. Any suggestions on a cool song (the video is 4 minutes long but can be formatted to fit the music)???

Thanks so much for any thoughts/suggestions.