No enthusiasm for work at all.
- Yes, lucky to have a job. Even one that demoralizes you daily.
- Yes, lucky to have a place to live, so I can choke over that rent check every month. (Still no word from The SlumdogLords on renewal. I technically just gave my last month's rent. If I had to move, I couldn't afford it.)
- Yes, lucky to be relatively healthy (just unable to lose weight).
Sometimes the things I feel lucky about are also the things that are weighing like an anchor around my neck. Anyway....moving on from glumville, shall we?
At my suggestion, Guitar guy from Chicago is going to get a room but not for the first night, because I think that is
Don't worry, have I mentioned I have 2 big shepherd dogs (Chad is 95 lbs and 6'1 on his hind legs)? And also Duncan is one hell of a ninja cat? Seriously. I'm really not worried. I know
Our loosely weather-permitting itinerary is:
Statute of Liberty (his request)
The Sands Casino (my idea since he likes Vegas)
Dinner at Il Capriccio (live piano music)
Holstein's Ice Cream Parlor (some of you may recall this place; warning, the link contains mega food porn; one of the only places left that knows how to make a MALTED shake and the famous Jersey/New York egg creams)
And we'll leave the rest up in the air. Maybe a trip into the city. Maybe a drive to the Delaware River.
I am trying for my own mini Bachelorette show here.
Who wants to be the overprotective friend with all the questions to grill?
Who wants to be the host, Chris, who has to remind me how I really feel at the end of it all?
Please....if my life EVER starts to resemble that manipulated suspended time TV show, you have my permission to kick me.