I had a relatively productive weekend.
Friday I finally made a call to my credit card company to ask for a lower interest rate. And I got it! Fourteen percent lower (yeah, yeah I was getting ripped off. I know), plus cash back bonus whatevers, which my previous card did not have. That made me happy because usually I feel pretty intimidated over the phone.
Saturday I worked on that animated Radiohead music video project with Paige. And we also set up a website for our work. There’s not much to it right now, other than that Three Generations video (television sitcom intro). But soon we will have a lot more work up there, and that’s when I’ll post the link.
Sunday I had a pseudo-date/meet-and-greet with a guy named Pierre. (Tim: “Seriously, where do you find these guys?”) We met over ice cream very briefly, and the date itself was romantic-comedy movie bad. All it needed was a little vomit to have been truly perfect. The ice cream place was supposed to open at 11, but there was one employee in there who apparently didn’t want to be bound by the constraints of time, so we stood outside and waited ’til about 11:20. Then the store was freezing so he wanted to go somewhere warmer to eat the ice cream. We walked down the street and happened upon a laundromat. So we sat in the laundromat and ate ice cream. Definitely a first. But it didn’t last long because he had to run at noon because he was giving a piano lesson.
Him: “Can we try this again? Well, not this at all, really.”
Me: “The opposite of this?”
Him: “Yes. Perhaps even sit in a place where we can face each other.”
Me: “Whoa, I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”
So I guess I’m seeing him again on Wednesday. He’s sweet and funny, but the jury is still out. Oh, but I do feel the need to mention that he is a 6’5″ classical piano-playing black man. Six-five! It’s the first time I’d ever had to look up at my date. Very cool.