He is weird. Even more weird than before. Totally off. 'I like your eyeglasses', she will tell him. He will answer, 'well, they are RL my dear'. I crack. I just laugh. Not sure why but it is so akward of an answer. He is annoying. All the time talks about money, money, money, plans to change this or get that. Run run run all the time. I keep commenting in a sarcastic tone if he ever managed to sit and enjoy what he has been running around doing. Oh Oh, and a roman freaken balcony to drink tea in. I asked, ' so any tea drunk there?' I need another closet because i have tons of suits that there are no place for them. How many suites? almost 120! I said, well time to get rid of most. or do you wear 3 at a time!
I am sarcastic. But i am serious. I am annoyed to a max. Feel suffocated with people like that.
Fakeness. Smart assing. Not enjoying as much as accumulating. Running around.
He got a new dining room with 18 chairs!!! Wow.... why i asked? oh oh becuase when we have huge parties. I smiled, his wife was just complaining that he doesnt like to invite anyone!!
I think he is crazy. Has greatness syndrom.
To know how desperate they are, his wife goes out with me to sushi, and she takes a full bottle of wine with her. She finishes it all. To the last drop. 'Oh no no no. I cant eat sushi without wine.' Wine! God bless Shoubra!