Words, Weights, Whatever

Thursday, May 19, 2005

***A whir of a Wednesday***

Words
No progress. Guests (see Whatever).

Weights
My new “soup and (power) bar” diet (with liberal amounts of appetite-suppressing caffeine were railroaded by dinner with friends (see Whatever).

Whatever
Last week we had made dinner plans with another couple, JR and EA. They had moved into the same city a couple of years ago but we had never visited each others respective dwellings or even had a meal together. We kept correspondence via e-mails, phone, and, of course, the potluck (at other couple’s homes).

But apparently that wasn’t enough for JR. Thus, I received a call last week and we scheduled to get together last Wednesday. That fell through and we rescheduled for yesterday.

The evening didn’t start pleasantly. We had issues with some of the workfolks coming to and fro our domicile that afternoon. I, especially, felt testy and let The Spouse know about it. (Very un-Asian, especially Filipino, but hey….) Then we discovered JR and EA’s residence was not in our car’s NAV system. So we resorted to the old fashion method of getting directions.

As we had suspected, their house was located close by but in one of those new (less than ten years) housing tracts where one street has three different names. But we found it and were warmly greeted by JR. EA was on the phone so we were given a tour of their five bedroom residence.

We dined at a nearby restaurant. We talked a great deal about our jobs: JR, like my spouse, is also in the medical field while EA and I work in more “traditional” offices (though EA works on a college campus and its plentiful eye-candy. Lucky.) Interestingly, we didn’t talk much about our peer group; instead, we discussed how each had met each other, having children (The Spouse and I currently have no plans; JR and EA are not ruling out the possibility), and our own parents and siblings. EA’s father, for example, is not very “touchy feely” which is diametrically opposite to JR’s personality and Filipino cultural. (Yes, we’re all interracial couples.) These, and other topics, were well punctuated with lots of laughter.

We closed out the restaurant at a quarter to eleven. We all acknowledge on our good times that night and promised another fun-filled evening soon. All R. and I could talk about was the wonderful night and the possibility of finally developing our social circle of like-minded companions.

Now I just need to introduce the idea of couple-swapping….

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