Well, Blow Me Down!

Mentioned in my previous entry, my mother's birthday was this past weekend. A few weeks ago I took a glassblowing lesson, so as a gift I gave her the bowl I made in class. While at her birthday dinner at Maison Lacour, a fine French restaurant in Baton Rouge, I thought about how things have come full circle...

A little over two years ago at that SAME restaurant I first mentioned my interest in glassblowing. Upon hearing this, my father remarked, "I dunno Melanie. You've got to be good at blowing to do that. Are you good at blowing?" Before my father realized how that sounded, I cringed and my mother gasped in shock. "Um... I mean... with your asthma and... you need good lung function... err." Yeah, there is no recovering from that comment. It wouldn't have been that bad were we not at dinner with my ex-boyfriend, his PARENTS and GRANDMOTHER.

To answer your question Dad, yes. As evidenced by the quality of my bowl, I am good at blowing. And to this day, when I think of that moment, I still feel like "blowing" my brains out.

Coming to a Close

In exactly seven days, I have managed to:

• end a nine month quasi-dating relationship
• buy my first home
• move
• fly to Baton Rouge to help my mother celebrate her birthday
• attend Sheila's wedding in Jackson, Mississippi

All that, and I only missed two days of work.

(As a side note, you might find it interesting that I caught the bride's bouquet. Well, more like it hit me square in the chest. Since that means I'll be "next," either the rest of the girls at her wedding will die old maids or I'll have to lift my dating moratorium.)

While closing on my condo was an exciting and empowering experience, I must admit that I am more relieved that the week itself has come to a close!

The Man Who Came to Dinner

In the midst of packing and making final arrangements for the closing on my condo, my on-again/off-again dating relationship with the Banker OFFICIALLY "closed" this weekend. It was bound so happen. The feelings just weren't there.

In other news, my friend Walter was in DC for a few days on business. Although I have known Walt for over 18 years, we are really bad at keeping in touch. Years will go by with nothing more than a few emails. But, whenever we finally do catch up with each other, we pick up as though not a day has passed.

We met Thursday night for dinner and drinks in Georgetown. As always, we had a ball together. It was one of those evening where you wished it didn't have to end. It was so nice to spend time with someone who has known me so long, they almost know me better than I know myself.

Between my night out with Walter and the end of a casual dating relationship that spanned nine months, I've had a revelation. I HATE DATING. Hate it. I know the whole "getting to know you" stage should be exciting, but for me it is such a chore.

I have done quite a bit of reflecting on the matter and have resigned myself to quit dating all together. I'm quite happy staying single and going on meaningful "dates" with people who truly understand me, my friends.

Those Crazy Days of Summer

Whew. Things have been hectic lately. I have been swamped at work, frantically searching for a place to live, and been kept busy by tons of misadventures. (As if that last one comes as any surprise.)

The good news is that I found a place, so I can scratch that one off my list. I am going to be moving from "renter" to "owner"!!! In the process though, I've moved from "Every Day in May" to "Not Anytime Soon in June" to "I'll Try in July." And I will. In between packing I'll work my darnedest to share with you my many misadventures as of late.

Although I have fallen behind on my posts, this summer has been far from "lazy!"