(Did you notice the subtly hidden "my boyfriend is wonderful" subtext in there? Huh?)
Then at the checkout, the cashier looks up. "Hey, weren't you in here about a month ago? Buying books for your friends who helped you paint your apartment?" I don't know whether to be vaguely embarrassed - am I really that extravagant that cashiers remember me? - or rather pleased with myself for coming up with such a memorable and (hopefully) appreciated way to say "thank you for making my apartment so amazing."
Now I'm cataloguing my way-too-many new books. Special anticipations: the new Robin McKinley (which I made an exception for and bought in hardcover), Robert Caro's book on Robert Moses, and Patricia Highsmith's banned-in-the-fifties lesbian mystery classic (who knew?). Oh, and the boy bought a Queer Eye for the Straight Guy guide to life. I don't know whether to be exasperated or amused. Actually, I think I'm both.
In other news, the boy and I had lunch with one of our downstairs neighbors today. She's really nice but I got the sense she's a bit lonely - she kept trying to make extensive plans with us after meeting us for the second time. We had a long talk about why Korean and Jewish families are both crazy, though, which was amusing. We're probably going to do lunch once a month or so. If I'm lucky, she'll also be into the cooking-lessons-swap idea - I adore Korean food, and she's curious about cookin' Jew.
In other other news, I really need to start keeping a writer's notebook again. I've had a lot of interesting ideas for writing projects, but now that I'm nearly a chapter and a half into my still-untitled new novel, I can't really do much about them. Just having a place to write them down and get them out of my head would be good. Of course, I have half a zillion wonderful little notebooks - I just have to get back into the habit of using them.