I take it as a given that ann is pronounced "eehhann"! :)
ETA: For some reason the man on the loudspeaker most days has a fairly pronounced accent- you should hear him call a code team to the trauma bay! TRAAAHHHH-ma bay, I mean.
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I take it as a given that ann is pronounced "eehhann"! :)
ETA: For some reason the man on the loudspeaker most days has a fairly pronounced accent- you should hear him call a code team to the trauma bay! TRAAAHHHH-ma bay, I mean.
Happy Mardi Gras, y'all. Raise your hands if you'd rather be in New Orleans today.
Also, go get yourself some paczki.
I never saw Paczki in Rochester until a couple of years ago, but maybe I just didn't notice until we started talking about them here. I had one this weekend, but I unfortunately got the kind with white cream inside, and I don't really like white cream. The outtards were good, though.
:: raising hand::
We just had Memorial, Part 2, for my coworker who died over the weekend. So, you know, that's a way to start the day.
::raises hand:: Although I am looking forward to my plan of happy hour at the place with $1 oysters and chocolate-filled beignets.
Oof, Jesse. That is tough.
Shoot, I meant to throw a hat on as I went out the door because my hair definitely needs cutting and also sparkly fleur-de-lis, but I forgot. Oh well.
There are few places that I wouldn't rather be than in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. I like watching circuses from the nosebleed seats, not within the rings.
That said, I am braving the party crowd at the fine dining place down the street thanks to the chef posting this photo: [link]
meara, your situation reminds me of when a friend's sister confided in me about her affair with another (married) friend of mine, like she expected me to give her a cookie for her achievement. Ugh.
Mardi Gras day is actually kind of mellow, or can be. You've seen 8 zillion parades already and filled a grocery bag with throws, so the pressure is off. Or maybe that's just me since that one year when I got food poisoning in the morning.
ETA mmmm, new employee brought in homemade lumpia for everyone. She's my favorite now.
Happy Mardi Gras, y'all. Raise your hands if you'd rather be in New Orleans today.
I'm putting my hands up. Metaphorically. If I did it literally, I'd probably freak out the dude sitting next to me on the shuttle.