14-Jul-2006

Friday during lunch with my dad and his boss, I get a call from Ex-Boss.  It goes a little something like this:

Ex-Boss:  Please don't be creeped out or anything, but I'm driving by your house right now, and I think your car's parked in a tow-away zone. 

Instead of being creeped out, I'm touched, as Ex-Boss always seems to be looking out for me.  He's the kind of guy who, when I worked for him and was, say, getting my car repaired, would insist on speaking to the mechanic to make sure I wasn't getting ripped off.  Now that I think about it, maybe he's not concerned about me.  Maybe he's only concerned about my car... Regardless, his call prompts me to call the Designated Driver in a frenzy.  She assures me the car has been moved and the crisis is averted.  She's good at that whole crisis-aversion thing.

Friday evening, I venture to Louisville to meet up with the Shopaholic, Spierce, and the Dauditor, who is having a last-day-of-work-before-she-goes-to-law-school party at her boss's house.  The Shopaholic tells me that my parents' phone called her cell phone and left her a message that was basically a conversation between me and my mom about whether we should take a walk or take a nap.  The whole thing creeps me out - I don't want anyone overhearing some of the shit I lob into my mom's court.  Ah, well, such is the life of a conspiracy theorist. 

Saturday, Mom and I go shopping for the brunch on Sunday, then the Entrepreneur and I go see Superman.  I totally loved it!  The one glitch was the evil usher, who didn't buy my explanation that the water bottle I tried to sneak in under my shirt was actually a tumor.  The Entrepreneur kept telling me I was gonna get caught, but I thought I'd be in the clear after a toss of my hair and a bat of my eyelashes.  I was wrong.  Whatever happened to getting by on your looks?  Plus, it was dark in that theater - I'm sure that usher couldn't see any of my flaws. 

Sunday we have the entire crew over for brunch.  The Dauditor tracks me down to ask me why I didn't call her back yesterday (she'd called to thank me for making the trek to Louisville). 

The Dauditor:  Did you get my message yesterday?

Me:  Yes.

The Dauditor:  And you just didn't call me back cause you're an uppity bitch?

Me:  Yes.

The afternoon is both happy and sad, as I say goodbye to people.  I know I'll see them again soon, but I hate the hardening of the heart that has to happen at this stage in the game.  It's no fun.  Sometimes I feel like I do have to just cut off my emotions, but it's been particularly difficult this time around, if not impossible.  But that's not necessarily bad, right?