Archive for May, 2006

I’ve Been Out of High School for 6 years, FYI

I really thought we’d have grown out of this by now, but apparently not. It seems to me that everyone, regardless of age (within reason), is always clamoring to secretly figure out how old everyone else is.

I assume this is so they can feel better about being younger (or older, in some cases??) than other people.

On Monday, Joey (my faithful pal) and I went to a barbecue. We knew one couple that was going to be there and other four couples were just acquaintances. Seems everyone was that way, knowing one or two couples and not the others, because there was a lot of this age guessing thing going on.

First I must say that it was odd to be at this barbecue and have a women’s table and a men’s table. I did not see much of Joey the entire 3 hours we were there, except if I peeked around the corner, but I definitely heard a lot of him. (He was regaling the guys with the “cross-examining the cop” story.)

So it was me and five other ladies/girls/women. (What ARE we supposed to be called?!)

We talked about weddings for awhile, since everyone has either been in or been to about six weddings so far this year, and then someone’s traumatic 28th birthday came up and the conversation degenerated.

The moment everyone had been waiting for: “So, how many years until your 10 year reunion?” Asked the particularly perky blonde.

It was disturbing.

Everyone perked up and put in their two cents; “Mine is in 2 years”, or “We just had mine”, or some such nonsense. I could tell that every single person at that table was quickly doing the math to figure out how old every other person was.

I found out that three of the girls graduated at the same time as me, which I suppose ought to give me a sense of camaraderie with them.

This just goes to show that people always want to know how old everyone else is, even though most of the time they deny it. Someone told me a long time ago (probably 6 years) that when you get to college “nobody cares how old anyone is”, but I’ve always thought that was about as false as false.

People are universally tricksy and seem to want to know if they’re superior or inferior to others’ ages. For some reason, it seems to matter.

No further questions. :)

My House is Hot Like Fire

87 degrees is powerful hot.

That’s how hot it was last night when Joey and I got home from dinner with friends. 87 sweltering degrees and no box fans to put in windows. I cannot tell you how hard it was to fall asleep. We rigged up two small fans and put one (rather precariously) in the window and the other on the dresser and I think we took the temperature down to 83 degrees, which feels so much more temperate.

I have several reasons why it’s bad to have it so dreadfully hot inside:
1. The chocolate chips (that have just been brought home from the grocery store) get squishy and hard to measure in less than 5 minutes.
2. It’s hard to sleep.
3. The birds get really lethargic.
4. I get really lethargic.
5. In the morning when there is a 20 degree difference between the inside of your house and the outside weather (like there was this morning) it’s really hard to dress appropriately. I am freezing because it’s not even 87 degrees outside. (It was more like 64 degrees when I left. It’s probably a bit higher now…)
6. It makes the air conditioning at work is rather uncomfortable.
7. Joey has to listen to me say, “Man, when are we going to get a box fan?!” a lot while we both try to fall asleep. (This was, of course, before we stuck the little bitty fan in the window. We’re pretty lucky it didn’t fall off into the laundry basket right below it and suck up our clothes…that happened last year, which is why we kind of hesitated about trying it this year.)
8. It’s not even June yet.

Several reasons why it’s not so bad:
1. The chicken thaws really, really, really fast.
2. The frozen bread does too.
3. It’s cheaper.

Seems to me the cons way out weigh the pros…if only it wasn’t so much cheaper to leave out the stupid air conditioner units!!!

I suppose I shouldn’t complain, though, because if I lived in the Sahara Desert I bet it would be way, way hotter than 87 degrees in their houses.