What a Week (And it's Only Monday)
This has already been an busy week with only a tiny little bit of it behind me.
Grant the Republican, the first person I met in law school and one of my best friends here in Dallas, is leaving the firm we both work for to move to Las Vegas and work for a magician. I guess he couldn't find a circus to join. (Actually it's a great opportunity and wish him nothing but congratulations.) What makes this interesting is that he hasn't exactly told the entire firm yet, though he told some of the partners today, but he would like to make this his last week. He's been handing cases off to me so maybe they'll catch on before too long. If not, they should by the time I move into his office this weekend. In the meantime, I'm being very careful not to spill the beans to anyone who doesn't already know.
On top of this, Grant has decided that I need to buy a house. Specifically, his house. To let him know that I wasn't really interested I looked through the real estate listings here in Dallas to find pictures of a couple of other houses I could show him so he would think I had passed on his for something else. The problem is that I found the perfect house. In the least perfect neighborhood.
I love the house that I found. It's an old Victorian that was completely updated in the not-too-distant past. Huge rooms, wrap-around porches, in my price range and - here is what makes me love it - it has a library. Floor to ceiling shelves with a sliding library ladder to reach up to the top of the 12 foot ceilings. It's technically in a historic district, along the edges, but I'm pretty sure I saw a crack house down the street when we drove by it earlier (you can't see that in the picture). But Grant and I are going to an open house tomorrow anyway, glutton for punishment that I am. He's under orders to point out everything wrong with it.
On the friend front, most of my friends are married couples and they all seem to have gone a little crazy today. Of these matrimonially bound companions, I have been informed that one had a "let's just be friends" conversation with his wife, one went to his first marriage counselling session (it turns out it really is all her fault), and one told me that he and his wife enjoy an alternative lifestyle (apparently they're "swingers" - who knew?). You know, suddenly this whole being single thing seems a lot less complicated than I think I give it credit for.
And somewhere in all of this hubbub I also managed to get some work done. Now on to Tuesday, that is if I can find the energy.
Grant the Republican, the first person I met in law school and one of my best friends here in Dallas, is leaving the firm we both work for to move to Las Vegas and work for a magician. I guess he couldn't find a circus to join. (Actually it's a great opportunity and wish him nothing but congratulations.) What makes this interesting is that he hasn't exactly told the entire firm yet, though he told some of the partners today, but he would like to make this his last week. He's been handing cases off to me so maybe they'll catch on before too long. If not, they should by the time I move into his office this weekend. In the meantime, I'm being very careful not to spill the beans to anyone who doesn't already know.
On top of this, Grant has decided that I need to buy a house. Specifically, his house. To let him know that I wasn't really interested I looked through the real estate listings here in Dallas to find pictures of a couple of other houses I could show him so he would think I had passed on his for something else. The problem is that I found the perfect house. In the least perfect neighborhood.
I love the house that I found. It's an old Victorian that was completely updated in the not-too-distant past. Huge rooms, wrap-around porches, in my price range and - here is what makes me love it - it has a library. Floor to ceiling shelves with a sliding library ladder to reach up to the top of the 12 foot ceilings. It's technically in a historic district, along the edges, but I'm pretty sure I saw a crack house down the street when we drove by it earlier (you can't see that in the picture). But Grant and I are going to an open house tomorrow anyway, glutton for punishment that I am. He's under orders to point out everything wrong with it.
On the friend front, most of my friends are married couples and they all seem to have gone a little crazy today. Of these matrimonially bound companions, I have been informed that one had a "let's just be friends" conversation with his wife, one went to his first marriage counselling session (it turns out it really is all her fault), and one told me that he and his wife enjoy an alternative lifestyle (apparently they're "swingers" - who knew?). You know, suddenly this whole being single thing seems a lot less complicated than I think I give it credit for.
And somewhere in all of this hubbub I also managed to get some work done. Now on to Tuesday, that is if I can find the energy.
posted by Lisa at 10:36 PM
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