I Am Going On A Date

Yes, you read that right. I am going on a date, I really am.

How this came about is a little bit odd

OH WAIT THAT IS NOT MY BIG NEWS!

I have real actual big news that has nothing to do with going on a date:

I have money.

I have taken out a loan on my other house, because I now have the go-ahead to do what I need to do to the property. My bills for this month are all paid now. My fridge is full of groceries and... I have ordered myself a super deluxe cappuccino machine. It will be here in three to five business days :P

I have found renters for my upstairs. They're kids - they're seventeen and eighteen, three of them, two guys and one girl. Apparently people do that around here, get their own apartments when they are seniors in high school, because housing is so cheap in the wintertime. So that rent coming in will take care of... the loan payments for the first loan. What I make at the restaurant I guess will go to the rest of the bills, and if I run short, well, I have all the loan money to back me up... until that gets spent on the house... but by that time it will be next summer and I will have people renting both floors of this house and hopefully one floor of that house as well HOPEFULLY YEAH RIGHT AS IF I COULD PULL THAT OFF IN THAT AMOUNT OF TIME!

( But also I am going on a date - oh wait, also there is Erica and then there's me being moody as well... )

If this was a family event instead of a friend I think I would have said no. I don't know, something about being introduced to the family as "my date" is just too bizarre for me.

I've never been to a wedding before and I'm not convinced I really want to go to this one. I don't know the people getting married - I've never even met them.

And I've had a weird, weird week. This was just the icing on the cake, really. I'm going on a date.