Interesting moments in hair, continued. These are from 1982 and 1987:
Four years in and I love him more than ever. Happy anniversary, baby…
The cool thing about having a Halowe’en related anniversary is that your betrothed can send you cool flower arrangements like this one…
I spent my anniversary with my Mom and Dad, actually. They came down for the afternoon, we had lunch at Gus’ Sir Beef, and then we drove around Charlotte and did a bit of shopping. The flowers showed up about three minutes after we got home. And then, I checked my answering machine and found that (yay!) someone actually wants to interview me for a job. And it’s not at McDonald’s or the new Dunkin’ Donuts down the street…
It’s been a good day, all in all. Only one thing would have made it better…
Only rarely do you walk out to your car in the morning, start it up, and hear Elvis Presley singing “Dixie” on the radio. You know what would make life even better? Replacing the “only rarely” in that first sentence with a “never”…
Maybe it’s a big sign that I’m becoming the old codger I’ve always tried so desperately to be, but the thought of paying fifty to a hundred bucks to see a band play for an hour or two just doesn’t have the appeal it once did for me. Of course, the thought of paying more than a hundred bucks to see some sucktastic spectacle like the Rolling Stones NEVER had much appeal…
If I were ever going to be tempted by such a splurge, though, it would defintely be by Bauhaus on Hallowe’en…
Maybe it’s a big sign that I’m becoming the old codger I’ve always tried so desperately to be, but the thought of paying fifty to a hundred bucks to see a band play for an hour or two just doesn’t have the appeal it once did for me. Of course, the thought of paying more than a hundred bucks to see some sucktastic spectacle like the Rolling Stones NEVER had much appeal…
If I were ever going to be tempted by such a splurge, though, it would defintely be by Bauhaus on Hallowe’en…
Reason I like Charlotte better than San Francisco #42,348:
Parking my car in the long-term airport lot in Charlotte for FIVE days will cost about the same as parking it in the long-term airport lot in San Francisco for ONE day would…
Two years ago tonight, I walked out on the deck and had a cigarette. And then I never did it again. I’m rather proud of this fact…
Tomorrow, all about Bauhaus (there’s no better way to spend Hallowe’en), cute babies, Fresno, dinner with friends, stupid potheads, and — best of all — getting reacquainted with my husband after almost three weeks. Tonight, though, I’m gonna watch a movie and go to bed…
Job Quest ’05 continues. I seem to be getting both more nibbles and more rejection notices lately. I assume the latter has something to do with the fact that I’ve lately been submitting fewer emailed or faxed resumes and more online applications, which are more conducive to automated responses…
It’s slightly more pleasant to be turned down by a computer than to be ignored completely by an HR person, I guess…
I love the Landmark. I never ate there much when I lived in Charlotte before, perhaps because it was too much the “upscale” version of a diner, where everything was (gasp) about a dollar more than it was at Athens or San Remo…
This time around, though, I’m a definite convert, and I’ve decided that it’s only partially about the food, although the food is quite good. What I really like is the fact that, even though this is pretty much nothing more than a high volume diner, the service is remarkably professional. They make you feel rather special while you’re eating your eight dollar meal, more so than many places make you feel even when you’re chowing down on a twenty or thirty dollar meal. I like that a lot…
There are a lot more things I like about Charlotte. Almost enough, you might think, to start a whole different website…