Even more shopping...

I’m winding up my Sunday sitting in eBay’s Live Auction; I have my eye on a ring, but I’m probably going to be outbid.  Oh, well…I can dream…and bid.  :-D

They just let a *beautiful* emerald go for $601.  As far as natural emeralds go, this one wasn’t too shabby.  But the very next emerald they just put up looks like crap.  It’s already up to $291, and I wouldn’t pay $10 for it.  Oops.  $391.  Go figure.  Some people will buy anything.  

I have to remember to come back to Overstock Auctions (hence the Note To Self)…if I had the money to throw around on jewellery I’ll rarely wear, I could have just picked up a nice sapphire for $150.  And next up…an incredible Martian’s Blood emerald (well, they can have pigeon’s blood rubies, eh?), and it went for $800.  Sigh.  

Butsoanyway.

I’ll try to keep the jewellery talk down to a minimum.  On Saturday, I was talked into going out to eat with The Gang at a buffet.  I generally hate buffets.  I spend too much time dancing around other people’s children, who are dropping things, picking their nose and then dipping the boogerfinger into the chocolate pudding to taste it, and having food fights with siblings in the buffet aisles.  

Look. Out. Stop. Don’t. Comingthrough. Stop. Damn. Oh, grabyourmonkeygrabyourmonkeygrabyourmonkey…

Plus the places are often dirty, or look like they should be dirty, and maybe the restaurant is hiding something by having just cleaned up.  You know.  

Ohhh…I’m bereft of hope.  A similar yellow sapphire ring just went for $550.  Ok, so I’m a cheap Jew.  So what?

Butsoanyway.

So I agreed to go to Morty’s Meat Pit, ‘cos everyone else wanted to go.  And I danced around the monkeys.  It wasn’t too bad, and I brought home a big piece of steak for Squooshable and Weebie (Romeo doesn’t “do” steak—he only takes a bite or two).  And I found out that Squooshable loves steak!  He even sang the Boston Market commercial song (“Eat steak, eat steak, eat a big ol’ steer, eat steak, eat steak, do we have one here…”), he was so happy.  I told him that he wasn’t able to eat “a big ol’ steer”, but he disagreed.  

Butsoanyway.

The entire time we were there, they were playing 70s music, and they played Sylvester’s Mighty Real.  Now, this was before my time, but I still love the music and I especially love Sylvester.  I was talking to someone there about who could possibly do justice to a remake, and I *thought* the person I was talking to was following me, but then, when I asked him a question, he finally—after much hemming and hawing—did admit he had no idea what I was talking about.  AUGH!  How embarrassing!  I probably sounded like a total fool.  Sigh.

And I’m *still* trying to figure out why he was making that “Oh, yeah; I follow you—I’m totally interested” face.  

Go figure.

And I lost my ring…if anyone sees the dork who outbid me wearing it, hit them.  Hard.

That’s about all that’s new.  I’m exhausted.  I had better get to sleep so that I have tolerance for…stuff tomorrow.  Eek.