Post partially about house

[vicarz]

Tagging this house but I'm mostly holding in being a moody little bitch this morning.

Gave out candy last night, didn't get nearly as many trick-or-treaters as I hoped, and my neighbors mostly stayed dark. I thought both neighbors didn't give out candy, but I discovered post-wasthatadate-ifsowhatwentwrong that not only did one neighbor give out candy, but they also did an elaborate carve job on the pumpkin I gave them. I saw my shot-twice neighbor was sporting butterfly bandages and possibly a missing tooth (it was dark) that didn't look holiday at all...I wonder if he continues to have a conflict-ridden lifestyle. At the end of the night my neighbors were talking about having me get them into a loud (white) party on my block; I told them I don't know them any more than they do, but mostly noted "I lift weights because I'm not good with people."

I let kids be greedy (it's stunning how many with parents were so polite, carefully picking one piece, while not-parented were quick with the handfulls) and as it got past 7:30 I literally said "Have at it," and "Please, be greedy, it's ok. No really, feel free." Of 400 pieces I came home with maybe 25-50. Success by any means necessary.

I am glad I showed up early because there was no electricity on the main floor at all - I had to run a wire through the basement. I played gothic rock on the stereo. I left a lamp on and the door open, so only the storm door was closed so my otherwise dark porch would show light. Remember, I have permits in the window, a port-a-potty on the lawn, and no porch lights. I was wise enough to bring candles, and lined the stairs and porch (pedestal?) with them - this both showed I was home and inviting, but also lit the damn stairs - a safety issue I hadn't considered. By the end of the night I was getting annoyed at being almost cold for so long.

Being at the house has led to me being frustrated. It's now November, when once a projected move-in date was Labor Day. I see no real progress in the house at all. I've reached out to my contractor, and he's responsive, but a promised update hasn't materialized. This is really hard as I have to juggle possible butt and oral surgery (yeah, combine those baby), use or leave that has to go by Dec 31, and theoretically getting a life.

Another house on my block is getting a full renovation; dumpster outside, it's one I toured when open.

I need to get that fucking work moving again. 2 months of nothing, of permit failures now. Am I being a doormat?

Comments

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

Did you drive her home? Then it was a date. As for what went wrong, any number of things. Maybe she doesn't want to get into things with a man due soon for oral butt surgery.

I dunno if you're a doormat. I don't know how these things work. Two months late on a move-in date kinda blows, although I think you knew that move-in date was optimistic. At least at one point you did.

I remember houses like yours being the feature of post-trick or treating gossip. "OMG, the guy who gave us handfuls of stuff!" Back in the day, there was sometimes one house that gave out whole chocolate bars. Stuff of dreams.

[vicar.livejournal.com]

No - she grabbed a cab almost leaping from the door of the restaurant. I wrote her and she says she was just tired - we'll see.

Yeah the move-in date was optimistic. Not passing inspection for a month or more is worrisome.

I may have made an impression giving out candy from an abandoned house!

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

Okay, did you pay for dinner? If yes, it may case have been a date. And, yes, it sounds like it didn't go well. I am envious of your dates. Even if they're bad. Wow, that is a sad statement. No more bad dates, Sarah! You have endured enough!

[vicar.livejournal.com]

I checked with friends, it was probably a date, I probably blew it, and that's probably ok.

On limited internet due to power blowing up on the entire block.

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

How did you blow it, according to your friends? Purely anthropological interest...

[vicar.livejournal.com]

I don't keep secrets but I do keep others' secrets, and if I hurt her feelings then I don't want to share that - particularly in writing on the netts. However, she reached out again so I may have misread or she may have thought it over.

I'll try and vaguebook something more.

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

Oooh, second date!! :D

[vicar.livejournal.com]

Maybe 3, 4, 5 depending on the count. But no physical contact so it's not clear how they'd be labeled. No kiss goodnight, no body shots during.

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

Whoa! 3, 4, 5?! You are definitely too vague. And what the hell is a body shot?

[vicar.livejournal.com]

Well we went to a wedding, drinks after, dinner twice, drinks after, and drinks with snacks. So it depends how you count.

Body shot...I actually don't know. You can fill someone's chest dimple, or belly button, with liquor...in bars I think they get someone with a washboard to pour a shot in a shot glass in their belly button and the customer picks up the shot glass with no hands...but mostly it's just something that sounds vulgar. Liquor, Body.

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

Oh, that was a joke! I know what that kind of body shot is. I thought you meant something else. Because I was reading you seriously. I think I might run if a body shot appeared on an early date. Actually, "shots" in general might be a ticket out for me. Seriously? You want to do shots? I'd prefer my brain to hurt from trying to comprehend the things you understand easily, and my stomach to hurt from laughing.

Yup, that list is definitely four dates. Wow. Lucky boy!

[vicar.livejournal.com]

Oh no that's on purpose - I allude to giving or taking body shots all the time, and sort of leer when I do it so people sort of just assume it's something nasty. It's totally on purpose!

I hate shots - I like the act of drinking, and while sometimes drunk is fun, gulping seems to goal oriented. Gulping and dates hmm...see dates should be chews (I just keep going on)

[seaopaque.livejournal.com]

Gulping is what you do when you want to shut off your brain. Your brain should be there, on, present. A gulp doesn't allow savouring. Chewing... hard to do with liquid. The equivalent would be sipping, or the swallowing one does for an oyster: a sort of sipping meets swallowing meets the slightest of chewing, just so you know what's slipping down your throat.