週末
shuumatsu
the weekend
Friday night my father performed as part of the Chicago Hellenic Choir. It was a pretty cool concert and I enjoyed hearing hours of Greek Music. It’s been a while.
On Saturday I was supposed to have dinner with the handsome man I met. He didn’t feel well, so he canceled.
With an e-mail.
An hour and a half before we were supposed to meet.
What, if anything, does that mean?
I think he has telephobia because he hasn’t called me. Ever. Only e-mails. SO odd.
Damien and I went for dinner and had a blast chatting, so the night ended up pretty fun. I wasn’t really in the mood for drinks, but we went out for a little bit anyway. I ended up in bed by midnight. Something about Saturday night on Halsted doesn’t really push my buttons at the moment. Sometimes I love it. Other times I don’t.
Sunday was a sleepy day and I did lots of house stuff. I had brunch with Brad & Ken in Lincoln Square at Fiddlehead Cafe, which was formerly called something like Four Square. It was fun, but afterward I wasn’t much in the mood to be out. We went to Bobby Loves for a bit during the downpour, then to Little Jim’s, where someone bought me a drink. I still don’t know who it was, but on the way out someone was all drunken “haaay yuuuuu” and I promptly made my exit and headed home to watch movies and fall asleep.
It was a pretty low key weekend all together. A bit disappointing because I really did look forward to the chance of hanging out with the handsome man. Oh well, maybe it’ll happen, maybe it won’t. The ball is in his court.