It's Jenny Time

I'm having a totally bizarre weekend.

Friday - I met a friend of mine for coffee at Barnes & Noble. We do this about once a week, grab our coffee at the in-store Starbucks and sit in the armchair area. Now, keep in mind, I said Barnes & Noble, not Public Library. There are 4 chairs, and 3 of them are taken so my friend brought another chair over to sit in. So while we're sitting there, enjoying our coffee and chatting, this insane (really) woman starts huffing and puffing (literally) and to make a long story short, confronts us in a very aggressive passive aggressive way by saying to the other 2 people, "should we all put our books down so they can talk?". I then told her that we had a right to speak, we weren't being loud, this isn't a library, etc. She told us we needed to go into the cafe to speak, I asked her if she wanted us to ask B&N to turn the music off (in case it was disturbing her) and on and on it went. I was very rational, very even-tempered, she was increasingly freaky. THEN she starts attacking my friend and I to the stranger to her right, talking about food being a crutch, too bad we're not skinny, etc. IN-freakin-SANE. I didn't bite. I didn't look up from what I was reading, I didn't respond to her. She THEN went to the barrista and started complaining. This poor barrista was like, "huh?". I still cannot BELIEVE that an (albeit fucking nutjob) adult would stoop to trying to make us feel bad about our appearance, all because she was pissed that we were talking. I cannot tell you how crazy the entire experience was. So on my way out, when I was making my purchase, I told the sales clerk about this awesome encounter I had. She said she knew exactly who I was talking about. My friend actually went and complained today and was told that this woman was no longer allowed in B&N - apparently we aren't the only victims of her tirades. And let me just say, that I'm not sounding very sensitive to the plight of the psychologically ill, but this woman was so cutting, and I have no proof of her insanity, only of her ugliness of spirit. I feel bad for people who are sick, I really do, but don't abuse me in the process of having a day out.

Last night my friends and I hung out and I didn't go to bed until after 4am. I then proceeded to wake up at 2:30pm. Yeah. My day was shot. It's only 10pm as I write this but I'm totally ready to crash (after being up not even 8 hours).

I drove around the neighborhood I grew up in (it literally took all of 7 minutes, I timed it). Everything seems so tiny and weird. I can't explain it. It was really an odd feeling.

So with this random update I'm going to read a little, fall asleep and hope to wake up before noon tomorrow!

xo

P.S. Meg, the comments you left on my flickr site made my day, and I think you paid me the best compliment I've ever received about my pages. Thanks for the inspiration! love you!