"Life being what it is, one dreams of revenge." Paul Gaugin
My dreams of revenge for Sonny are really over. I mean my daydreams, perhaps it creeps into my subconscious. But when I found myself strangling the waiter at a Malaysian restaurant in Queens, I knew it was time to let go. Well, to the waiter's neck of course but also to the sickening feeling of being had. And so I have. I really feel pity for the man as he has to wake up and look at himself in the mirror each day.
So just to update you all on The Meeting. We met with the "Kitchen Guys" yesterday who were very nice and only slightly intimidated by Mr. Banana whom we'd brought along for the intimidation factor. Mr. Banana came to live with us from THE EX PANSI FILES right before Christmas and he's been itching to get back to the life he's once known. This was close enough for him, he jumped at the chance.
Our guy with whom we'd worked on the plans couldn't be nicer really, and his manager even more so. So what does nice get you at the end of the day? "We have to speak to our lawyer since it's right now with him". Whatever happened to making a decision?
Bottom line is I really have learned to just go with the flow in life. I mean it's not like I can hasten their actions (and Mr. Banana did not have the desired effect because after all he is only nine inches tall). So we wait and go from there.
The truth is we've already dealt with our emotions (well I should say I have) regarding Sonny.
Now it's all over but the amount on the check.
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oh.... just that little thing called money! And just how many 0's is that? Hmmm....
For an Italian, G, this wouldn't be over. This would never be over.
(And nine inches is, like, ha.)
Ann, that's it honey, but let's not get bogged down in money. After all, it's still Shabbat here :)
Al: I know, Italians do have the corner of the market on revenge. Now do tell...
...we kinda have a lock on the bullshit market, too...
Good Shabbat, G, and congratulations on putting this nasty episode behind you.
as soon as i finish this comment, i shall load my shovel and pail in to the trunk of my car, pick you up, and then let's just SEE who has the last back-splashed laugh, shall we?
okay, so maybe serial-killer Snuppy *doesn't* need to come the the rescue here, but still -- as an Italian through osmosis (step-dad of 45 years & counting) i'm with Al. it may be over, but it's not over.
had you alluded to Mr. Banana's 9 inches, instead of showing him in all his plastic glory, perhaps Mr. Malaysian-Tile-Guy might have backed down then and there, hmmm? sigh. guess we'll never know... xoxo
Hi GQ,
This story reminds me of Under The Tuscan Sun. Remind me never to renovate the house.
Hope you are having a good weekend and everyone is healthy.
oh holy crap.
what a nightmare! contractors, arrrrrrgh! i used to work with various flavors when i had my business and there isn't one in ten i'd trust.
arrrrrgh!
and that was a beautiful post about your fil. what a perfect song to have follow you out, too. sometimes life really does imitate art.
Oh a full bred born Jew and an Irish woman turned Jew can give an Italian a run for his money
Ever since I read Jewtopia I have been substituting the word Jewtopia for JAP etc
And the truly wonderful thing about NY is that we still ethnic but do respect each other
Glad for the outcome--and the sun has just set so, talk about money...
you know we did leave the gate open for ya...and if you need it in the future, we've got a real bat you can borrow.
Not-so-big-and-bad-al: Now you tell me! I'm starting up a new angry mob and I was going to post you at the front!!! Actually after hearing your voice at Doug's today, I'm not so sure anymore.
Nevah-give-up (haha) load up the shovel, I mean we're at peace with this and I've only got a tiny bit of blood in our backseat - one of the kids must have severed, er skinned a knee. Italian by osmosis good. I think I'm coming out of my zen mode and starting a posse. As the Indian store clerk says in the Wallace & Grommit movie "Mob supplies here, get your angry mob supplies here!". Yeah perhaps I should have made Mr. Banana stay in the car. Another of life's mysteries... xox
Brian, Haha, yeah renovations - the best of them are hell to live through. That's why many would rather sell than live through it. Now I know. Thanks, you too.
FN: Totally! And those percentages sound about right on the trustworthy ones. Thanks, it was kind of sad/yet poignant on the song.
Pia, Haha, you're right on all counts. Well, we're waiting to see if they agree to our offer, but thanks anyway.
Joel, who could ask for better friends?! You're the best.
You are to be commended for being able to deal with this so well. This kind of thing is hard. I'm sorry you have to go through it at all.
I have such a great image of these negotiations taking place with Mr. Banana sitting there in his 9-inch glory.
Happy New Yaer G!
all sorts of rude and obnoxious things are going through my mind with respect to Mr. Banana but I will try to control myself :-)
I'm sorry about the loss G and the rotten feeling that one gets after being thoroughly screwed over. I think your approach is probably the healthiest!
Your reference to Mr. Banana reminds me that there is a lovely young Lobster girl waiting to come to my home! I better get on it.
Goldennib: Yes like anything else, Nessa - time is the great healer. Thanks for your sympathies though.
Mutha: Yes, he was a sight to behold. Happy New Year to you too Mutha!
Kyahgirl: You're forgiven the thoughts, Mr. Banana sort of invites that.
Well, I vacillate between Zenlike and homicidal. Zenlike just seems a little healthier. Ooh Lobsterella's heading for Calgary!
DIOS MIO! You have been a lean, mean blogging machine das FO SHO! Well, I am reading up, for no words of the delightful Gina G must ever be missed by bohemians and well, I will say that as far as music goes, you are the DJ of my heart, MY HEART I SAY!!! A New Year's party hosted by you would be indeed the most delightful thing! *sigh*
And with that... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Forgive my absence and the belated wishes but know that it is heartfelt and I hope that this year be all you dream for it to be and so much more my dear friend!
As for Grandpa, wow... I cannot imagine what all this must be like for him nor for you guys... very hard to take. But the visit sounded beautiful and peaceful and to see everyone make the best of a situation that has no remedy but to be what it is is a thing of beauty. And who more skilled to do that than kids? I was laughing when you said Julian was lapping up the chocolate! Sounds just like my little boy who looks like a crack addict, desperate for a fix, and anytime we have gone anywhere where chocolate is freely lying around for us guests (mostly my mom's place, grandma's and even the hospital where my mom had hip replacement surgery and had a room, yes, FULL of chocolate boxes) he stuffs as many as he can fit into his mouth, at lightning speed, as many as he can fit into his pockets and zooms off before we can get our hands on him! And then MY GOD the sugar high! I have a feeling that he and Julian would get along famously! But back to grandpa... I am happy that he has made friends and that he has such a special one in Sally. To be losing your mind as well as your physical faculties must be beyond scary and to have someone there for you is beautiful... and that includes you guys! Very lucky to have each other, you lot (huh... a bit o' British came out I suppose!)...
The whole Sonny thing is devastating... to know you have been duped... here, there is NOTHING you can do about it! And man have we been duped... from the jerk who sold us the now dead BMW (friend of my exstepbrother who was probably a part of the con), to the plumber, to the guy who built us an extra room, to my very ex stepbrother and ex stepfather who sold us our house because they were "watching our backs"... well, I shall spare you because the list is LOOOOONG but my way of saying I so feel for you my friend and hope that there exists well, the hope, that the situation find some form of resolution!
Ah! I just read the update... yeah, you reach a point where either you laugh or you shoot someone and well, jailtime is not an option so... that sickening feeling is simply awful, isn't it? I think the only one who hasn't cheated us has been our lawyer and well, seeing that we are in Spain, that is a GOOD thing... and a very RARE one at that! Huh.
Faboo posts amiga mia! May everything fall into place this year and here's still hoping that something, anything, can be salvaged from the whole Sonny ordeal! Neshikot to one faboo initial! ;-P
happy New Year sweets. be well!!!
MizB: Well, I do always like the music playing in your videos so we'll have to do a MizG mix! Wouldn't I love such a party!
There is nothing to forgive, we all live busy lives - it does not make our wishes any less heartfelt. And your wishes are always felt sincerely by me. Happiest of new years to you.
Onto the chocolate boys - oh yes, they would be quite the two peas in a pod. I am most certain of that. And of course the girls would be intelligently talking art and whatever and rolling their eyes but laughing at and with the boys. But he fueled by the chocolate pudding, he went on to entertain and amuse Grandpa and company so we had quite the nice visit as a result.
I know of some of your heartbreaks of course from reading about them so you know exactly of what I speak. But true, it's either let it go or kill someone and I for one, am not doing time. Thanks for your sweetest of wishes. We're hoping to put this all behind us soon and just focus on the good things in life for 2007. I wish the same for you my dear bohemian amiga.
Neshikot to you too! xox ~ G
Karma: To you too Karma, sweets!
I just wrote this big long comment and my internet wireless connection got weak and you know...basically, I just said, good for you...yer wise and wonderful...always. xoxoxo C.
Fortunately, I'm my own contractor. Or maybe not fortunately. I'd hate to have to take myself to arbitration.
See, that's the difference between you and I. I'd say when you find yourself strangling waiters you're just getting started.
Cindra: Aw, I hate when that happens, I'm sorry. Thanks for not giving up and well for your always encouraging words. xoxox
Diesel: Imagine the argument.
Doug: Yeah then you could have Willie bite his, never mind, I'm trying to be Zenlike.
It ain't over till I say it's over. And you'd think with a guy named "Scissors" we'd ALL get a little more respect.
Maybe we need to take this to the next level - no more Mr. Nice Guy perhaps, Mr. Banana.
Exactamente, Mrs. G. After all, who you gonna listen to, me or a teapot?
Actonbell: That's a fine cup of tea coming from you, thank you.
Looks over her shoulder to make sure Actonbell has left...
So, these friends of yours from Brooklyn, Mr. Banana - do you still maintain cordial ties with them? You're right about Scissors - wait til he goes all Shanghai on their...okay kids, Mommy's coming to tuck you back in.
Oh what a tangled web we weave...
I think some of them guys are o. k. The thing is, they don't exactly understand about my 9-inch problem. Sissy tried to explain it, but there was a miscommunication regarding this matter.
Sally, I'll trust your "instincts" on this.
You stay away from Mr. B.'s instincs!!!!!
Sissy! I can assure you Mr. B's instincts are all yours!
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