Posted August 28th, 2003 by Michelle

I would just like to give a shout out to the Gods of Weather. Perhaps it is Mars, perhaps it is just that the folks in charge decided that New Yorkers derserved just one, tiny, itty-bitty break. Whatever it is, I’d to call it by name, and say it’s about freaking time.

One of the people I met walking home after the blackout was an English professor who lives here in Park Slope. I bummed $3 from him to grab some soy milk and a box of Cheerios, and got his number so I could pay him back. As is my way, I forgot to call, but yesterday during my Coop shift he waltzed in to buy some tomatoes. We spoke for a while, and we talked about having a cup of coffee, and I gave him my phone number, and it wasn’t until later that day that I realized he had asked me out and I had accepted. Again, as my way, I wasn’t going to call him back, but I’m trying to be better about this so I called him this morning. We made plans to go to a gallery a week from Friday and possibly have a drink (he mentioned only tea or coffee, so I might have to get through this one sober). We’ll see if it all actually happens. It’s just hard to imagine, but I guess I should give it a shot.

It’s my friend Kellie’s birthday today, and we have plans to eat at Rocco’s, the restaurant from that reality show (which I avoided like the plauge). My friend Steve is the wine director there, and he promises to push us through the crowd so we can actually have dinner. Before I go, though, I’m going to take my much-ignored Casati for a spin around the park. Strange how easy it is to forget the things that bring you pure joy when you are busy being miserable.