nobody here but us chickens

I haven’t really been up to all that much. I have a presentation this afternoon that I foolishly stayed up all night preparing, only to find that now my entire afternoon is free and I’m really tired. I haven’t exactly been keeping up very well on my classes–they aren’t particularly interesting. Until the past week or so the weather has been crappy, so Paddy and I have stayed in, ordered pizza and played wii almost every weekend. Now that Spring is here, its all going to change. On Friday night, we went out with Paddy’s friend from work and his fiancee. One of the great things about the city is that if you live in the cool part of town, you can have people meet you there then go to the sushi place across the street and the bar that is kitty corner to it. When I lived in Montreal, I used to complain about people doing that very thing because I lived in uncool Westmount, but now that it works in my favor, I really don’t see the problem. Anyway, they were happy enough because they live in the suburbs. It’s kinda weird how nice it is going out with other couples when you are in one yourself–especially considering how annoying it can be when you are single.

We worked most of Saturday, because as I said, I’ve been dicking around all quarter and now I’m screwed and Paddy had to review an article for a journal. The evening we got Indian food then met up with Paddy’s single friend Helen. We spent most of the time talking about her love life, which is what you almost always end up doing with single people, usually because they bring it up. And dates usually make good stories-certainly better than us talking about how we got pizza and played wii all February. Sunday we hung out at the park with Kevin, one of our fancy city friends. Let’s hope the nice weather continues–socializing seems healthier than what we have been doing.

I’m really excited. Paddy and I are going to take a road trip to Oregon for Spring break in a few weeks. I’ve never been up there, but it is supposed to be beautiful.

exes

Paddy came up this weekend. He let me drive his old ‘68 volvo, his “project car” since 2000. It’s always been a pile of rust, even worse since he crashed it a few times, but it is fun to drive and has sentimental value (I know, it isn’t exactly a small trinket, but whatever).

We met for drinks with his old flame Anna, who has just broken up with her live-in boyfriend the night before. They have been friends for years and I respect that. No, really. However, I hesitate to actually call her his ex, since they only ever dated very briefly–like two weeks. I’ve never liked her, not because she dated him and I think I have anything to worry about, but really, because she is annoying. The very first time I met her was in 2003, when Paddy and I were dating before I left for Canada. We were all at the local crappy bar. I didn’t know about them, but she was acting so weird, jealous and needy that I knew something was up. She was so desperate for attention that she literally did a cartwheel on the sidewalk in front of the bar, hence her lasting nickname amongst my friends that she has never heard: “somersault girl.” I know it isn’t quite the same thing as a cartwheel, but we were drunk. That was irritating enough, but then she did the unforgivable. She said she was going to give me, Di and another friend of ours a ride back to Paddy’s for the after party, but after everyone else had already secured rides or gotten on their bikes and left, she drove up and said she didn’t want to because her car was messy. She stranded us. Granted, it was college town and we were able to get a cab eventually, but it was so transparent and rude. Once we got there, she made a big stink about something and stomped off, after it was already very very late. So Paddy went out to find her, which infuriated me. I hate women that run off just so that everyone can make a big deal about finding them. It is a very specific type.

Nowadays, I am always very nice and polite to this woman, especially since I’m secure in my relationship with Paddy (back then I wasn’t, so I was much madder about the whole thing). I’ve tried to get past the whole thing, but then she says things like she said to me last night. All last night she was rehashing her icky relationship with her boyfriend: he’d say he wanted to marry her, then he’d want to break up, marry, break up, marry, ad nauseum. I felt bad for her, since nobody needs to be jerked around. Then, when Paddy went to get more drinks, she says, more or less, that she told her boyfriend that if he wasn’t sure then he should have let her go a long time ago, like her and Paddy. Even though it would have been wonderful if she could have been in love with Paddy, since he is so great, but she just couldn’t. So she let him go. At first, I thought she surely must be talking about a different Paddy, because who would say such a thing to someone’s girlfriend? Letting me know that their old “relationship” was a topic in her new one…her nostalgia for my boyfriend is not something I would like to know about. Apparently, she thinks that he thinks that she is the one that got away. Or something. I beg to differ. I told Paddy about it when we were walking home and he said that if anything the fact that nothing ever really happened with her was a lucky escape because she is such a pain in the ass. He apologized for her horribleness and we had a laugh.

your bagel, ma’am

I voted this morning. It’s always exciting, although the solemnity of the occasion was somewhat undercut by the licorice scented black marker that I used to fill in the little bubbles. I’m interested to see how it turns out. The older I get, the more interesting politics becomes.

Speaking of getting older, when I was getting a bagel at the student union the other day, the cashier called me ma’am. It usually doesn’t bother me, but at the student union? Right after my 27th birthday? Geez.