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chicago weekend
Jul. 1st, 2003 08:17 amto keep it short, it didn't go so well. my second apartment appointment canceled (family emergency) on the way to my first, and after talking to the first one for a while, and pretty much committing, they let me know that they weren't sure if the girl was moving out or not. um, excuse me? i've been talking to you for THREE WEEKS, and i came all the way from l.a.! grrrr . . . i'll probably find out for sure about that one today. my evening appointment went well, i think, and they just have to talk to their roommate about exactly when she's moving. that's the one i really want right now. it's a little more expensive, but it's in my favorite neighborhood (wrigleyville), and right by the red line, which i can take straight to school. so, we'll see. i can't really afford the time or money to go back there, so if one of these doesn't work out for me, i don't know what i'm going to do.
a funny thing that happened on saturday evening: i went out to eat, and about halfway through my pizza, the waiter sat a couple down at the table right next to me. they were a man and woman in their late 30's, and i hated to feel like i was eavesdropping, but they were talking loudly, and their conversation was kind of weird. he was really, really condescending to her, but then he'd start talking about how happy he was that she was with him. she didn't say much of anything, apart from talking about what she wanted to eat. so, anyway, before they even order, they start to pray.
now, i've lived in california my whole life, and perhaps this is something that happens in other parts of america, but i've NEVER seen people saying grace in a restaurant, especially when they haven't even ordered yet. i thought that was kind of weird, but then they just. kept. going. for at least five straight minutes: heads bowed, hands clasped, and the guy started asking for things like "the discipline to exercise on a regular basis."
now, i'm not a religious person, but isn't that a bit much? does god really care about your workout schedule? if you're a couple of pounds over your goal weight, are you shut out of heaven? i would imagine not . . .
and then i realized that while they were praying, i was reading a book about satan (the club dumas, by arturo perez-reverte). hee!
a funny thing that happened on saturday evening: i went out to eat, and about halfway through my pizza, the waiter sat a couple down at the table right next to me. they were a man and woman in their late 30's, and i hated to feel like i was eavesdropping, but they were talking loudly, and their conversation was kind of weird. he was really, really condescending to her, but then he'd start talking about how happy he was that she was with him. she didn't say much of anything, apart from talking about what she wanted to eat. so, anyway, before they even order, they start to pray.
now, i've lived in california my whole life, and perhaps this is something that happens in other parts of america, but i've NEVER seen people saying grace in a restaurant, especially when they haven't even ordered yet. i thought that was kind of weird, but then they just. kept. going. for at least five straight minutes: heads bowed, hands clasped, and the guy started asking for things like "the discipline to exercise on a regular basis."
now, i'm not a religious person, but isn't that a bit much? does god really care about your workout schedule? if you're a couple of pounds over your goal weight, are you shut out of heaven? i would imagine not . . .
and then i realized that while they were praying, i was reading a book about satan (the club dumas, by arturo perez-reverte). hee!
