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...and this is rare. I've never even had a need for a cake stand before, but I just bought one from Fishs Eddy.
Don't shit your britches — I'm not tying on an apron or vying for live-in-girlfriend of the year just yet. I just love that store and I love black and white graphic designs. And I have an unfounded-but-intense fascination with telephone wires. Maybe it's that I'm prematurely nostalgic, and I have this feeling that my grandkids will grow up in a world without telephone poles stretching along the highway, across America. There is something about telephone poles and train tracks, the lure, the mystery of where they could lead if you only had the gumption to take off walking one day...
Anyway, I'm now the proud owner of this cake stand. Oh, and Ryan, it's being shipped to your apartment... so, check the front desk for packages.
Sad day: Overheard Lines is shutting down. This blog was full of — shocker — overheard lines, collected by a cool guy named Tim and his friends. It harbored gems like this...
Half-Full, Half-Empty Girls
Girl 1: "Oh look, those people are camping!"
Girl 2: "No, they're homeless. People don't camp by the freeway."
and this...
'I'm Being A Good Friend'
Girl: "Your breath smells really bad."
Friend: (gasps with hand over mouth) "...That really hurts my feelings."
Girl: "Imagine how many people's feelings you would be hurting if I hadn't told you."
So... I took 30 seconds to mourn, and then promptly started planning a takeover. Except — fatal flaw — I don't live in San Fran, and I don't have a posse of friends contributing... YET!
For now, I'll just start posting random "overheard" hilarity as I catch it. It won't quite fill the void, but a girl's gotta try.
p.s. If you have any snippets to add, email me: dtpasquariello@yahoo.com
This is Ryan's new home (on the left): the Harness Factory Lofts in downtown Indy. Ironically enough, his address is 30 E. Georgia Street. The building to the right is the Conseco Fieldhouse, a sports/event arena.
The other photo is the view from our apartment, on the sixth floor, on the other side of the building.
Here's a video tour of the new digs — it's a bit messy because he'd only moved in two days earlier.
After three years of long-distance dating (preceded by two years of same-town dating), Ryan and I have decided to meet halfway. His job has moved him from Boston to Indianapolis, so... I'm heading up there August 15.
Call it a leap of faith, or call it a little crazy: I'm willingly leaving a happy home, loving friends, an irreplaceable family and steady job. But to quote the wise wizard Albus Dumbledore, there comes a time when "you have to make a choice between what is right, and what is easy."
I could easily never leave this place, this city, these people. But I know it is the right time to make a change, to take a risk, to shake up the etch-a-sketch and draw something new. And now, to answer a few FAQs:
Are you sure you want to do this?
Yes
Do you really want to leave your job in the middle of a recession?
No, but unless my company would like to open a satellite office in Indianapolis, my options are slim.
What will you do when you get there?
Not sure yet. I'm applying to two grad programs (one for a MA in English & one for an MFA in Creative Writing), but I'm also planning to apply to a few copywriter postions. And I'm not above kicking it as a bookstore employee for a little while. We'll see what happens.
Are you guys getting married?
Quello che sarà, sarà (this is intentionally cryptic; sorry to thwart your quest for answers)
Are you really sure you want to do this?
Yes*
*I reserve the right to complain about how miserable I may be this winter, when it's freezing and snowing, and I'm craving sweet tea and boiled peanuts, and missing all of you wonderful, beautiful people who have my heart back in the south.
[photo credit: Trey Pasquariello]
(Yes, that title is a reference to Ludacris's inaugural album, as only true fans would recognize.)
Here's what you missed, or what I missed telling you:- I think I love writing fiction
- I think I hate writing fiction
- Fact: my grandfather dated Grace Kelly
- You cannot fold a piece of paper in half more than 7 times... unless it is tissue paper
- You can get overly attached to a pet fish you've had for 2.5 years
- Roaches can allegedly survive an atomic blast, but not a good dousing of Raid on my kitchen counter
- The difference between 24 and 25 feels gargantuan
- Somehow it's been 11 years since Brian McKnight's song Anytime was on the Billboard charts, but damn if I don't still love it like the first time... Where are you now Brian? (Google says he was on last year's Celeb Apprentice... missed that)
- Yet another thing that makes you feel old: friends getting married and engaged
- In order to burn off 1 cheeseburger with large fries, you have to run for 117 minutes
- Fact: I cannot run for 117 minutes
- I had a cheeseburger for my birthday dinner, then washed it down with rootbeer, coffee and cannoli
Happy to be back.
