After last weekend, I feel a little content-challenged.  Errrr….  Friday I went to happy hour.  I’m still not entirely sure you can call it “happy hour” if you’re all by yourself, but the general idea was there.  I went to Ruff Haus, my place as of late.  Nothing particularly singular about it that stands out really.  It’s on my way home and it’s rarely crowded.  Works for me.  This week I branched out from my usual Chicago Dog and went with the Sonoran.  Holy smokes was it good.  Bacon, pinto beans, and cheese, mmmm.  I’d say it displaced the Chicago as my favorite.

Saturday we hooked up with our Realtor and went house-hunting.  He’s been rather patient with us I think;  We’re having a tough time finding something.  We looked at several more Saturday but they didn’t quite do it for us either.  We went home to do some fancy cipherin’, and finally concluded we could just buy the house we’ve been wanting for quite some time.  Other than the mildly exorbitant price tag, it had everything we are looking for.  Whew.  We called our Realtor back, let him in on the big news, and agreed to meet there Sunday to take care of the paperwork.  Quite relieved to have THAT out of the way, we took ourselves out for a little celebration dinner at Chicago Fire Pizza.  That’s probably one of our favorite places we’ve found to eat here so far.  I’m sure I’ve mentioned it, but it’s a bad sign for the new hometown when your favorite restaurant is a pizza joint.  Oh well.  It IS good.

Sunday we got up early and hit the gym.  Got home, cleaned up, and then got a cheery phone call that, while we were out celebrating our new home decision, somebody else was buying it.  You gotta be kidding me.  That thing has been sitting there for at least two months, the thought didn’t even cross our mind.  Then for a little added insult I got to waste 45 minutes listening to this @)*(&^ agent (not ours, the one selling) try and convince me that the one across the street was the same thing.  Yeah, I guess maybe it is, except for the fact that IT’S DIFFERENT!!  Knucklehead.  I don’t like the way it looks, I don’t like the yard, I don’t like the direction it faces…  Eh, but you sold mine so yeah I’ll just take that one.  Idiot.  What can ya’ do.  Think long, you think wrong.  There’ll be another.  Oh, wait, no there won’t, it’s full.  #$)*(&^*.  Least I got an awesome pizza dinner out of it.

** EDIT:  Said agent just sent me an email that he is trying to get us another lot.  Doni already blames the last “issue” on bad karma due to my negativity, so now I have to take back all the aforementioned bad things about him.  He’s now the greatest person ever, definitely the best real-estate agent ever.  Yeah.