If only I don't suffocate, i'll meet you on the other side

Recovering from the weekend with the folks. You'd think by the time you were 27 years old going home wouldn't be something that causes your chest to collapse, your ego to sink and your general demeanor shift to depression. Too bad for us it still means feeling like we're 14 again. But we've had some reasdjustment time and we're back and ready to resurface into the world, phew.

So if you've been keeping your fingers crossed for us as we traverse our job hunt, please keep em crossed for a little while longer. We had our second interview yesterday with an up and coming firm that would mean a giant step up for us in a number of ways (even though there is a large part of selling out invovled, but screw it, we don't need to impress or prove anything to anyone and we'd be happy with a career and a good paying desk job these days, not to mention the bank account that comes with that, so sue us!)

If that doesn't work out, we heard Trader Joe's is hiring. Do you think they give discounts to employees on their three buck chuck???

we have to tell you, sitemeter is the best thing in the world, we love being able to keep track of how people have gotten to our humble little site (apparently were HUGE in the phillipines) and can even tell what companies people who are reading are working for. it allows us to know that we're being oddly stalked from people in our past. go figure. especially since we're pretty certain some of these people didn't like us when we knew them we're curious about their continued interest in our lives.

Speaking of our lives, tonight we're headed to our new favorite (along with the rest of the world) bar in the slope, Union Hall for The Hold Steady's listening party. Maybe afterwards we'll play a mean game of bocce with the Stengler and LJB. Hard to say.