|Not sure why we posed in the wine cellar, maybe because the elevator was locked.|
Man, that's a great line.
The neighborhood next to mine, Fancy Land, is very nice. Likewise all the other nice places our normal routines take us to. Lovely big houses, nice amenities, beautiful everything, etc. But those neighborhoods are all filled with people basically like us. They work, in other words. Not Very Fancy Neighborhood! Its houses are not bigger nicer versions of my house. They are bigger nicer versions of a Loire Valley chateau--like Chenonceau with better light, an updated kitchen, and not all the dampness. I don't know who lives there except there are definitely some NFL quarterbacks and reality TV stars. Two of the Real Housewives are in there. (But, BUT, they've moved in there on the success of the show. They didn't start out there. Kim Zolciak lives there, but she started out in a townhouse behind our Great Harvest Bread Co.)
So we went to this country club and played on their indoor courts this morning, which was really nice to be able to do because it was raining. They served a delicious lunch, and all the ladies were very sweet, okay. They beat us. And my teammate texted me, "It's okay, at a club like this, the ladies are always good. They probably have their pros drilling them 24/7." And I started laughing and have never stopped.
Then, as we were leaving, Pretty Neighbor said that her friend--another neighbor of ours--works in the sales office at this club. We walked in to say hi to her, and she offered to show us through this huge vacant house. We were like, don't mind if we do! It was listed at 2.4 million bucks. The agent allowed as how she thought the house was overpriced, and I asked her what she thought was fair. She said 1.8 million, and I said, "Sold!"
Not really. Actually, it was very nice but not 2.4M nice. The layout was odd. And it says something about how quickly we can become critics of anything that we were finding fault with the butler's pantry. Like, a butler's pantry that was intended for an actual butler. Not enough workspace!
Things I liked: The top top end bathroom and kitchen fixtures and finishes; the limestone fireplaces; the designer light fixtures and chandeliers; the views.
It had a lovely walnut paneled room off the entry with a cherry floor. PN goes, "This is similar to your book room." And we LOL'd.
Walking away, I said, "I basically live in a shack." And we LOL'd some more. At least we can LOL.
Drilling them. I mean those pros are just drilling them night and day.
This house was 9,000 square feet. The agent pronounced it to be "Not really big enough for kids." And later PN and I were like, "Literally, what was she talking about?" But she also said that you can get bigger, prettier houses in that neighborhood for under 2M, so that is good info to have, I guess, for after PN and I get OUR reality show. Except Matt would never let me, so I would have to have some fake TV husband and fake children and this all starts to sound like work.
Just a little bit of my day I wanted to tell you about. Now carry on with what you were doing. xoxo