Oh, October. You’re finally here. I’ve been waiting many months for you to arrive. Now you’re here and I’m a little scared. So much is about to go down, I just hope I can find purchase and enjoy the ride.
The condo is getting a full inspection this Thursday. We will move in at the end of the month, lest they find something horrible like skeletons in the closet or bodies in the basement. Ack! I hope not! This weekend The BF and I attempted to design our bathroom. Right now it has lovely pink and grey 1950s tile, complete with a dusty rose toilet and bathtub. My mom volunteered my dad to help us redo it. It can’t be that hard, right? I trust my dad implicitly—he’s driven a tank and sewed my ribbons onto my pointe shoes. So, I hit Home Depot with The BF and discovered that neither of us have a single design bone in our bodies. I also discovered that paint swatches are not always free these days. Stingy paint companies…
Friday brings pilots and cylons, oh my! Lucky 10-Key is also flying down for a business trip that evening, and she’s gracing my popcorn ceiling apartment for the second and final time. I was going to try to clean the carpet, but we’re moving so soon it’s hardly worth the cost and trouble to do it twice in one month. Sorry, Lucky 10-Key, just don’t look at the spots on the carpet. We’re going to eat and shop (mostly window shopping for me), and meet up with The Misses at some point. We haven’t worked out the details, but I’m sure it will be fun. I can’t believe we all used to wear Keds and play house under the walnut trees. Now, The Missis is having a bébé of her very own. Wow! Does that mean I have to stop being a big crybaby?
The following weekend I’m heading up north with The BF. We’ll reconnect with Lucky 10-Key to see The Dresden Dolls. At least that’s the plan—let’s just hope Amanda and Brian stick to it this time. After the madness, The BF and I will drive to my parents’ house. I have to get my bionic eyes checked out. I can’t believe I’ve been minus contacts and glasses for almost a year. It rocks, but sometimes I miss my librarian specs. I could totally have been a hot librarian like Parker Posey.
Oh! And in other television news:
I almost forgot to mention—watch Veronica Mars on Tuesday! You know you wanna. VMars and posse are off to college and I am just dying to know if Keith is going to be a helicopter parent! Yes, that’s the term we use in student affairs for clingy, enabling parents. Veronica is the picture of independence, but parents do surprising things when they drop their kiddies off at school.
Give Ugly Betty a chance if you haven’t already. America Ferrera delivers a much more sympathetic heroine than Anne Hathaway did in The Devil Wears Prada. This show in hi-def is so freakishly vibrant. When Betty sported the Guadalajara poncho, I just about keeled over!
ER is back to its old ways! Its a ten-tissue show again, and I’m glad to be scrubbing in for another season. I can live vicariously through the docs, all from the safety and comfort of my desk job.
October is going to frakking rock!