So I had a not-date with Amanda (to find out more about Amanda go to
http://www.livejournal.com/users/suburbaknght/1809.html) this evening. Now a not-date is a term I've coined to describe what happens when two friends have an evening together doing things that would normally be considered date material except either one or both persons have no romantic interest and such has been made clear ahead of time. Amanda and I were friends in highschool, and I did have interest her back then but that passed about five years ago, and I hadn't heard from her since graduation until this April when she e-mailed me and wanted to re-establish contact. We've become friends again since then, and though she's more than hinted at a desire for something more, I've made it more than clear that I'm not interested.
At any rate, we had a not-date tonight. This entailed dinner and a movie. Dinner was actually surprisingly fun and Amanda kept up her half of the conversation for once (this is one of the reasons I wasn't interested in her; good conversation skills are absolutely requisite to my romantic interest), and even if we didn't discuss anything serious it was fun. Then we saw
Bewitched. It wasn't planned, we just had a great deal of time after dinner and happened to be near the theater. The movie was much better than I thought it was going to be. It was very cheesy, and very sweet, and actually made me laugh. It reminded me a lot of
Simply Irresistible but even cheesier. Just as clever, though.
The drive back was mostly quiet. Amanda yakked (I'm sorry but that's the best word for it. Why do I keep using parenthetical insertions? Do I really have this many related but non-sequential thoughts?) about her irritating cousin for most of the way, including an impression that explained exactly why the cousin was so irritating, though because the cousin wasn't there Amanda became the focus of the irritation. Then conversation dried up despite my best efforts and we drove in silence, excepting a few jokes about a fire engine we saw, full sirens blaring, going at five miles per hour.
I have to go to bed early tonight. I have my first real bartending job in the morning, which I'm naturally nervous about. Wish me luck. In addition I'm getting a foot x-ray done tomorrow. Yes, part of the problem is a torn ligament, but the fact that it's been getting progressively worse this past week rather than better suggests their might be a hairline fracture. If so this'll be my first broken bone ever. Go me. Fucking paradox.
Edit: In other news, Rookie is fucking amazing. Everybody should have one for a friend.