Well, my best friend is moving to the Hartford area in about a week. He got a teaching job at The Canterbury School, teaching English and Latin. So, for the second time in as many years, I will have to accept the fact that I won't really see him too much. I've known Drew since I was five, and really, I consider him to be my only REAL true friend. He's always been there for me...always telling me to stick it out in the airline biz even through the tough times...etc. Overall, I'm really happy for him. But at the same time, it kinda sucks. An awkward situation that I'm sure most everyone has experienced at some point or another.
So the day after I hear this news, I receive a proposal from a fellow coworker. Standing at the ticket counter, she asks me "Steve, how would you feel about being my roomatte? You're so much fun we'd have a blast!" That pretty much took me by surprise to say the least. So I went over to the place last night...very nice, spacious, pool and courtyard in the back, only $400/month including utilities, and it's in a good, middle-class area. After the tour, we went to this place Lager's (classic place with 75 beers on tap) and watched some of the sad Saints game. So we were talking, she suggested that I teach her how to ski since her friend has a condo up in the Rockies, I asked her if she wanted to go to the R.E.M concert with me next month and she agreed.
Just a very odd two-day period. Going from the sadness of saying goodbye to your best bud again to the joy of possibly living with an attractive woman.
Ah, life. What else can you say?
By the way....I think i'll move in...what do I have to lose?
Steve in New Orleans