Oh, I thought it was coming with an extra drink, but you didn't get to pick, it just came with a drink: the sidecar. Which would be pretty funny, still!
I just finished moving and cleaning so tomorrow morning people can build my new desk where I want it. I had to take everything off one bookshelfy thing I have, because I'm not sure how far I'll have to scootch it over so the desk will fit. I'm leaving all the stuff off it (and piled in the other corner) because I want to move it back to as close to the desk as possible (since otherwise, it's...really close to the door).
I think there is something very suspicious about a person in Georgia who hasn't ever eaten at a Waffle House, Ginger....maybe they would NOT be a jury of the man's peers!!
Oh, I thougt what lisah and meara thought about sidecars. now I understand.
I also think what meara thinks about juries and Waffle House.
Sound of Music Flash Mob
Adorable.
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All good thoughts your way, Aims.
(((Aims)))
In mememe news, last night I auditioned for several plays in our community theatre fringe festival, including
singing.
The significance of this may elude you, but it is A Big Step for me, because I have a morbid fear of the whole singing-on-stage thing, despite loving to sing, and singing pretty much all day. I didn't have the nerve to audition for
The Mikado
last year, and I really wish I had. So. Go Team Me!
(Also - man, I REALLY WANT A KITTEN CALLED DEAN. Or possibly an en-suite Jensen Ackles. But mostly a kitten called Dean.)
Right now KittenDean does not like me. I had to take them to the vet Thursday for booster shots. Dean has had some tummy problems and well...they had to take a sample from him. As the receptionist put it "He felt a little violated." And he has bad bacteria (and needs a high fiber diet). The high fiber diet is not a problem.
Giving him medicine every 12 hours is. And today was the firs time since Friday night he let me touch him and I had to bribe him with treats.
So while Maddie has been lounging all over me and purring up a storm, Dean as been keeping his distance and eyeing me very warily.
Yay singing Fay!
I really wish I had time to do theatre stuff.
OK, so I promised my travel story yesterday. Here goes: I was presenting my talk at 8:30 in the morning. Around 7:45, I left the hotel to walk over to the campus, about a 10-minute walk. I get outside, and it's raining. No problem, I've got an umbrella. So I pull out my umbrella, open it, and get about ten feet before it blows inside out. This happens sometimes, so I fix it, and it blows inside out again. I look a little closer, and realize that it's broken -- there are a bunch of rivets missing.
Whatever. It's not raining that hard. So I get to campus, and the building is locked. I have nothing else that I can do, so I wait outside (under a canopy, but still cold) for about 15 minutes until one of the organizers arrives and opens the door. I get inside, quickly braid my hair (which has totally frizzed out by this point), and sit around, with my clothes still damp, until it's time to talk.
So I give my talk, which went well. Listen to other people's talks. Drink a bunch of coffee. By this time, I've pretty much dried off, but it's time to walk back to the hotel now, because I left my suitcase there. So, OK. I can get wet again.
I walk about a block, and the rain changes to sleet. I'm walking into the wind, and sleet in my face stings like hell. I manage about another half block and duck into a bus shelter. There's one other person there, who seems very confused about why I'm walking anywhere. I look around for a cab. No cabs. I try my umbrella again, and start walking. Again, I get about ten feet before the umbrella blows inside out. Putting the umbrella down, the sleet in my face is just stinging too much to handle. I duck into the first open door, which is a Pizza Hut.
It's about lunch time, so I figure I'll get some pizza and wait out the sleet. This Pizza Hut has one table, and the guy taking my order seems very confused that I want to eat there and not get takeout. But anyway, I get some pizza, and eat the pizza, and by the time I'm done, the wind has died down a bit, and the sleet has turned back to rain.
So, I walk the rest of the way back to the hotel. By the time I get there, I'm soaked. I have a dry shirt to change into, but I don't have another pair of pants, so I sit in front of the fire in the hotel lobby for a while and read about Elsie fighting the Klan while I try to warm up and dry off a bit.
So, then, cab to the airport. The floorboard of the cab is rusted through, so water keeps seeping in. The window next to me is broken and won't close all the way. It's still raining.
Lexington airport is fairly uneventful. I've got a connection in Detroit. In Detroit, it's snowing. I'm supposed to have a two-hour layover, which turns into three hours, and then another 45 minutes sitting on the plane while they de-ice it. The guy next to me is reading Into Thin Air, which I read a few months ago. I say something like, "Good book." He says, "It's really long. I wish it had more pictures."
Lotsa turbulence on that flight. Perhaps the Taco Bell for dinner wasn't such a good idea. Flight attendant runs a beverage cart into my knee, which was sticking out into the aisle a little bit.
Finally got back to DC, waited on line for 15 minutes for a cab, cab driver took a totally stupid route around the back of the State Department that added an extra few dollars to his fare, and finally got home.
Close to 19 hours from when I woke up until when I finally got into bed again. And my jeans never did quite dry off -- the cuffs were still wet when I got home.
