the Yard

I know. Y'all have been dying to find out what's going on with my yard. You can't sleep, you can't eat, you MUST know. Yes. I understand.

Actually, I went out to inspect the yard on Sunday and noticed that stones had been laid. I kinda freaked out. I do not want an all stone yard. Though I have to say that she did a really good job of getting them flat and even in the dirt. Anyway, I freaked and vented online to Turnip and was totally being a pussy about confronting my neighbor. She listened and gave me mucho advice (though I think she's more of a hard ass than I in theory and wanted me to practically pee on the yard and call the landlords) and convinced me to get off my wussy butt and talk to her. So, I went and knocked on her door. And, of course, she wasn't home. I left a note saying I wanted to talk about the work in the backyard and blah blah blah. Then I went out for Ice Cream and Jersey Girl!

She left me a voicemail Sunday night with her home and work numbers saying that she'd been doing a lot of clearing back there and would love to talk to me about the yard and figure something out together. Which really put my mind at ease. I don't mind part of the yard being stoned over as it'll be easier for maintenance and even hanging out. But dammit, it's my yard and I want a small plot to put some grass on and put out a hammock. That's all I really need. Anyway, I left her a voicemail today and figure we can talk sometime this week and work it all out.

So you can breath easy now. We'll come up with a solution and then my parents and I won't have to be the only ones to do things back there. In fact, she might end up doing most of the work as I think she has dreams of a flower bed and all. I just want grass, a hammock and patio furniture. Good times. Now if only I could get my friend at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens to give me a call back about the sod deal she promised me...

This weekend was awesome. The weather has finally been gorgeous. Friday I just came home and went to bed and slept for about 13 hours. Good times. Saturday was brunch and xBox with Steph. I suck beyond reason at Grand Theft Auto. I blew up two cars (or was it three?), drowned once, got killed by the Feds at the mall, got busted by the cops and really didn't shoot anyone. Maybe I'll get better with practice. If Muffy & Steph ever let me play again.

Then it was off to the auto show to meet up with Muffy & Big D. The crowds were AWFUL but there were some really pretty cars. I drooled on a Porsche or two and actually liked a lot of stuff over in the Ford section. Muffy and I made fun of a lot of the skanks and boys showing their underwear while all of us made jokes about the H2 and the fact that lots and lots of folks seemed very interested in trunk space. I think most of the folks who overheard us discussing room for bodies knew we were joking. After a couple of hours of that, Big D and Muffy needed to leave so it was off for margaritas and Mexican. Then Big D went prowling for chicas while the M&S and I went to sit on their deck to drink wine and talk about inappropriate things. It was a really lovely evening for it.

Sunday was the yard stress (thanks again, Turnip!) and then off to meet Lovey at Coldstone in Times Square for fabulous ice cream and the aforementioned Jersey Girl. The ice cream (berry, berry, berry good with white chocolate chips) was awesome and the movie had it's moments. Liv Tyler didn't actually bug me at all (unusual) but poor Ben really couldn't sell me on the poor widower moments. He'd be all crying and sad and the audience would just rustle their candy wrappers and wait for a funnier moment or something. I'm sure In a New York Minute will be better. Muffy, how excited are you to see that? And we still haven't seen Walking Tall or The Girl Next Door. Hmmmm... I have no taste.

Then dinner at East of Eighth. All of this was for Lovey because I missed her birthday party in March. The restaurant was in my old 'hood in Chelsea so it was kind of neat to wander around there a little. Things have changed. The S&M restaurant isn't even in my building anymore. It's something bland and trendy now. Not that the previous restaurant was all that authentic with the S&M, but still... Dinner was good and Iolanthe joined us for chatter about boys and Charlie's Angels and the evils of work.

And then I went home and watched 24 and passed out. Good weekend.

The weather is actually still gorgeous so I've been blowing off work and class to enjoy it. Tonight I'm hoping to leave about 4:30 and go sit in my yard and read Vampire/Werewolf/Necromancer Porn (as opposed to Fairy Porn) for a while. Tomorrow it's supposed to cool down and start raining again so I can work and kick things and clear TiVo then don't you think?