The Pink Shoe Diaries

i had a fabulous dinner out with two of my favorite girls last night: jenny and diana. we went to maria's..this small greek-italian restaurant that we have been frequenting for many years. granted, we no longer try to throw onion rings onto the arms of the greek statues situated throughout the dining area. instead we sit, and talk inappropriately and loudly while patrons around us shake their heads and burrow deeper into there shrimp fettucini. last night, a portion of the discussion was reserved for the use of the phrase "god love you!". now, i do not like when people say this to me, because it is usually said in a condescending manner. i think it means something different when it comes from a priest, rather than, say, your boyfriend's mother commenting on your habit of bringing a "backup purse". (it was a weekend away! i might need something other than my black tote, right?). people say this to me all too frequently though. it's like "god love you, because i sure as hell don't". like i am especially in need of god's love. maybe next time someone says that to me i will say "actually, i wasn't baptized so techinically god doesn't even know i exist". boo yeah.

i'm not really mad about it....it's just funny.

also: today is my company softball game.
2PM.
Boston Common Softball Field
Rentals vs. Sales
if you are in the area come and cheer us (me) on!