sated and satire

04/23/2008

Soooooooooooooooo

I went to Texas a few weeks ago. What, you expect prompt updates? Please bitches. The mood had yet to strike.

Texas was fun. I hung out with 19 year-olds with fake ids. No really, that was fun. I must have been a little bit like those kids back in the days of my illegal drunkitude. I also hung out with 30-somethings with real ids. That was also fun. Mostly because we found the most excellent bar eva that served food late and played music that made me happy. (Oh yeah, hanging out with 19 year-olds meant that I knew one song throughout the whole night.) But really the best part of the whole weekend, and there were many wicked moments over the length of the weekend, was the moment at brunch when the band started to play. The sign on the door said Gospel music and my friend and I were expecting the very best baptist choir that Texas had to offer. Imagine our surprise at the blue-grass gospel that accompanied our brunch.

The one thing that Sunday brunch with blue-grass gospel made me realize (no, not that I am a sinner and that Jesus will walk me home, although that is what the lead singer would have me believe) was that I really miss living in the city. A point driven home when my friend and I had a few hours to waste and decided to catch a movie. The movie was hilarious but the theater was a gem. The served more than your usual popcorn and sour patch kids, they brought us a huge bowl of popcorn, warm cookies and ice cream. Also, if the mood should strike, a burger and a beer. Have no fear, my friend made sure to avail herself of the beer.

The need to move back to a city is hampered by a number of factors, like the car I just leased and my job that is squarely located in the suburbs. But in the end, I’ve told Bruce that it’s really a matter of my happiness and sanity, so I am going to have start looking for a place in the city. Of course this is a tall order because I need somewhere affordable (dang car payment), a secure place to park my car (no street parking for my dang car), and place that is one of three specific neighborhoods that are located next to the highway that would take me straight to my job. I know that finding the right place will take time, and that’s cool, but I would like to be there in the next few months.

Bruce keeps voicing his dislike for the idea of living in the city, and that’s cool. This is not the swan song for Bruce and Some Girl. I am just making the best of a situation and finding my way into living the best life I can in a place where I haven’t really found my footing. The only way I will ever make new friends is if I move. I can’t force Bruce to leave the suburbs but I can make the best decision for my life and that is moving to the city.

The decision was easy to make, now all I have to do is find a place that meets my requirements, and of course that’s always the hard part.