Commodities

Last night Bud and I could hear the upstairs neighbors fighting and it sounded heated. It was one of those situations where you can hear shrieking and you're sitting there in limbo going, "do I need to do something? where's the phone? or do I just ask are they ok? or is it so bad I should call the police?" I swear for a moment I felt like a mouse darting around a maze - yes? no? yes? no? But then I realized they sounded about like Bud and I sound sometimes and so I just pulled my sweatshirt on and ran to the door to listen. By the time I got there, sadly, they had quieted down. This morning when I walked in from the gym I passed the neighbor's balcony and (I MERELY PASSED BY AND DID NOT PAUSE I SWEAR) heard from the girl say, "I know, I get it, you just aren't ready to be married," It made me recall a time when Guerin took me to high tea at the Four Seasons (I have a thing with having high tea) and compared my being a girl in the dating world to solid investments. Or wait, maybe it was supply and demand. Or real estate. It doesn't really matter except he was trying to explain, in his business-like way, how valuable I was. And I was the buyer, looking for only the best. He even drew a graph on a napkin that I think I still have. Hi Guerin! Thanks for that.