First off, I want to thank all of you for your kind words in the comments on that last post. I really appreciate all your lovely sentiments of support, and I'm sure if I ever told my family about this little corner of the Internet, they would, too.
I'm actually trying to decide just what my grandma would say if she knew her picture was on the Internet right now. She never understood the Internet, of course, and probably never touched a computer keyboard in her life. I remember my mom trying to explain e-mail to her... The closest she ever came to any wording my grandma understood was, "I write letters to people through the TV." On a semi-related note, CDs have always been "little records." We never even tried to explain MP3 players to her. Technology was not the woman's forte, obviously. Frankly, if my grandma knew that a stranger in China could, if they were so inclined, pull up a picture of her on a screen in their living room right now, it would blow her fragile little 96-year-old mind. Let's hope there's no Wi-Fi where she is now, shall we?
Dead relatives aside, I had a busy and mostly fun weekend, and I hope all of you did as well. Last night into today was a two-part birthday party for a good friend, and Friday night was date #2 with the man we're apparently now calling the The Neighborhood Giant. We had drinks at an Irish pub near my house, which was interesting because at the same time, my friend Carrie was enjoying drinks with an older gentleman I know as The Bohemian Woodworker at a different Irish pub across town.
I got an e-mail earlier this week from One Smart Cookie, saying she enjoys reading my dating stories because she feels like I am her own personal Sex & the City episode. I say that if that were true, I would be getting decidedly more action and I would require decidedly more fabulous shoes. But still. If I were writing this in Sex & the City style, it would be hard not to segue from my date at Keegan's to Carrie's date at Brit's by saying, "Meanwhile, in an Irish pub downtown..." I'll resist the urge to take that comparison any further. Instead I will just say that following the drinks, I took the Neighborhood Giant back to my house, where instead of doing Carrie Bradshaw (or Carrie [LastName]) proud by engaging in the sorts of things that require a cut-away camera shot, I simply kicked his ass in Boggle. "You bring dates back to your house to seduce them," I e-mailed to Carrie yesterday. "I bring them over to destroy them with my superior word power."
All right. Between some deadlines at work and a trip home for my grandma's funeral, I'll probably be pretty scarce on the Internet this week. Try not to do anything too exciting while I'm gone, OK? I so hate being the last to know.
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I like to think your grandma would feel like a celebrity!
I am wondering if TNG thought you meant something else when you invited him back to your place for "a little boggle."
Someday there MUST be a blogger Boggle-a-thon. Someone should get to work arranging that.
I promise not to set the world on fire while you're out of touch. ;)
"Little records" - hee hee hee! Did I ever tell you about the time Aunt Jane (who I may as well start calling "my grandma" since she fills that role nicely) told me she didn't understand how gay men had sex with each other, logistically speaking? I decided not to enlighten her lest I cause her universe to implode. Besides, the words "up the butt" should never be used in conversation with Aunt Jane!
Anyhow - very very interesting about your Boggle-thon with The Neighborhood Giant! So tell me, what WOULD you do if you fell in love with all three???
Your grandma and my grandpa would have gotten along really well. He once asked me to "go on that computer of yours and get in touch with the president of Uruguay." He wasn't senile, he was just mad that he hadn't gotten the stamps from Uruguay he had ordered, and when he complained, he liked to go to the top. He knew that via "the computer" one could get in touch withe anyone else in the world. He just didn't quite understand the limits of that.
My condolences on losing your grandmother. She sounds like she was a real pistol.
Great comparison to SATC!
I got a new, fancy, shiny Scrabble game for Christmas this year. It took a little while to decide who was worthy enough to play the inaugural game with me. After making him wash his hands, I let my ex-bf play. And then he beat me. I almost cried because (1) I usually win and (B) it was the inaugural game on my new board.
I guess that's why he's the ex-bf.
I hope your week isn't too stressful! I like that your bring your dates home to play Boggle- that's my kind of date. On my first date with Chris I went off on some tangent about wizards and dragons and he thought it was the most amazing conversation he'd ever had with a girl. To each his own!
I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother; even when we know it's for the best, it's still a hard adjustment.
I remember trying to explain email to my grandmother as well. Yeah. Letters through invisible phone lines is I think where we ended up.
Good luck at the funeral. I hope you get to see your whole family, at the very least. That's the one nice thing about funerals.
We'll miss you, and be thinking of you.
Funny, I kinda think of your blog as a spinoff of "Sex in the City" myself. Also, I can kinda live vicariously through you - Im married, but I like to know what people do on dates. I had no idea they played Boggle.
First - I'm sorry that I am late to offering my condolances. Your grandma sounds like a great lady.
Second - Boggle or not (heh heh, is that what the kids are calling it these days) you are still my very own SATC. Mostly because I have never in my life had more than one guy interested in me at the same time. To have to schedule dates so they don't conflict! And give them little nicknames so that your blog readers can tell them apart! That's what I call exciting, whether your shoes are by Manolo or Payless. Keep the stories coming...
Have a good trip home--hope it's good to be in your family!
Aw, sorry about your grandma. While it's no comfort, 96 yrs is quite a long life.
Now, come back soon. I have to hear about about these dudes.
Hope your visit home goes/went well.
Make sure you're back in time for blog share! :)
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