where were we? last time i reflected on the weekend. now, with friday just 13 hours away, i just wish i could slow down.
tuesday night i escaped to the crown instead of proctoring an exam. sheri and joel have never had sunshine wheat — inconceivable! but i showed them the way (like that styx song).
wednesday night: made a long overdue trip to Lovejoys for a Newcastle. I drove my scooter, so I couldn’t GET FUCKED UP. so everyone else did instead. funny that. met up with tim later at Nasty’s where he made a panicked beer choice. beer was folllowed by 2 jack & cokes, which was quite possibly followed by inebriation.
or at least that’s how i feel this morning.
when i got back to my place, Ivy, perhaps angry at me for leaving him trapped in my apartment, had spewed all over my favorite jeans. blast!
pet peeve…. I order iced coffee almost daily at the coffee stand in RLM. the past two days, the coffee has sucked all kinds of ass. if they had a comment card, i would write: “dear coffee chefs: when you pour hot coffee on ice, it causes the ice to melt very quickly. one shot of espresso will melt half a cup of ice in about the time it takes to pour the shot itself. therefore, it is necessary to start with a full cup of a ice, so as to have an “iced americano” when you’re through with the procedure. worried about not leaving enough room for the water your supposed to add to an americano? worry no more — when ice melts it turns into water! please inform your employees of this. i would like to avoid having another warm, watered down cup o’ nasty.”
liz phair concert this saturday. i’m looking forward to that. and pizza. but what will my weekend afternoons be without Julio’s enchiladas? a tear. bloop.
Related posts:
0 Responses to “this better not be a trend”