"You look dumb"

The past few days have been characterized by no furniture, twins, and a whole lot of time with people named Maggie.

I was in a really great mood all day Friday, as you can probably tell by all the "!"s and superlatives in my last post, being new employed and excited to spend time with two of my fave 518ers to see a 518 band, The Mathematicians, play 5.18 blocks away from my house until I got home before the friends came over and was immediately greeted with "I have bad news" from my roommate Lauren.

Blah blah back-story: Lauren used to live with Shannon. Shannon had to move pretty suddenly to New Orleans and left a lot of her stuff in our apartment, including the bed and dresser I have been using. I knew she was moving back here in February, so I planned on slowly getting a bed and dresser of my own by then. Her twin sister, however, recently moved here and called Lauren on Friday to say she would be by Sunday to pick up all of Shannon's stuff. There was some big misunderstanding somewhere where someone thought the stuff was in storage and not being used by me. The twin is a nice girl and I hear great things about Shannon, so I can't be mad at them directly, but I was pretty pissed just about the situation in general.

I decided I wouldn't let it ruin my celebratory night/weekend and would deal with it later. How I love procrastination!

So on Saturday, Maggie and I went to Fulton Market District to visit several galleries. I wasn't thrilled about any of the art until we got to the Packer Schopf Gallery and saw the laptops etched (is that even the right way to describe that?) by Michael Dinges. I never really wanted a tattoo, or to draw all over my computer, til I saw these.

On Sunday I babysat with Maggie for her cousin's kids. It was fun hanging with three-year olds! Twins, too! I have missed kids and would like to start babysitting again. The parents of the twins let me borrow their nice air mattress, so I at least have something on which to sleep til my new bed comes on Thursday.

Yesterday, I hung out with another Maggie, a friend from high school. She was a year above me, but we had math together and had a lot of mutual friends. We ate Thai food, looked at furniture, and talked about people I haven't thought about in 5 years. She remembered more people from my class than I did. "What ever happened to that girl Stevie Jo?" "Uh, who?" Seriously, who? Did she even graduate with us?

A lady just walked out of Alliance Bakery with her backpack under her trench coat. I get that it's raining, but sometimes I want to tell people how dumb they look.

My friend Katherine just sent me a voting guide for inmates. In case anyone is in need of this, here ya go.