not much new...

Unlike you, p, i have not been running around all askew trying to get things done; no, no. Over here its been a slow week, although albeit with a few rough mornings. On Monday i woke up of course, thinking the week was already over (thats what you get for thinking Sunday night is a good night to go out to dinner with friends). Tuesday slinked on by– ashley is all alone in her office down the hall (everyone else is on vacay) so this has required me to constantly stop by for multiple coffee breaks each day. Its a wonderful bonus: not only do i get a break from work, but i also ingest more coffee than im used to these days, which in turn, i think, maybe makes me more productive? It certainly puts the cheer on things. Other than that, i *finally* finished up this supplemental-memo-work, which i had to revise like 53 times because new things kept coming to light; either way, its over and out of my hands for good now. Now, onto something new (always initially a happy feeling, although it is soon eclipsed by impatience, boredom, or annoyance. Aint that the truth).

Tuesday night i was sitting around, trying to watch ‘happy go lucky’ (indie british film?) and kept getting interrupted by various things, while swishing away some delicious pinot noir. Then ashley was in the neighb, at a friends house, so we met up and headed to sand-bar for some drinks. By this point, it was about 10.30. Going out on a Tuesday night at 10.30 is probably never a good idea. Either way, we somehow managed to keep socking away drinks until after 1.30 in the morning. As patty can attest to, the neighborhood bar always has a random assortment of characters: on Tuesday, there was this jocky-douche who came over to hit on us (well, ashley in particular), which i find always hilarious because shes married and has his huge rock on her hand and yet its like, guys just dont notice. Do they not even look? Then they get mad at her once they realize. Ridiculous.

Anyway so this douche is talking to her and every once in a while theres some banter, but its short lived- we’re not interested in talking to anyone else, mostly because we are having a wonderful time just laughing and talking. Apparently this offends le douche who starts asking if we are lovers; ashley responds, hello, im married. To which le douche responds, yeah but you guys TOTALLY f—, you do, you totally do. And on and on. I mean... is this really the best strategy for talking to girls? We basically rolled our eyes and tried to avoid him again; i think this upset him more, as he tried several times to get our attention with more insinuations that we were lovers; and after being ignored longer, left. (Im almost forgetting to mention here that he had a girl with him, who i think he was trying to use as his wing-woman- after he introduced himself to us, he introduced her to us, as if he would be less douchey because there was another woman on the premises. Nice try, bucko).

after our drinks magically kept being refilled, and we both understandably were tired and drunk, the night came to a close. It was one of those nights where i managed to throw all of my clothing in a wee little pile by the foot of my bed before crawling in and falling asleep, but apparently, i forgot to wash my face. Because in the morning (after waking up late and hungover), i still had the same amazing mascara in effect. So what did i do? Take a quick shower also without disturbing the mascara. I mean, why mess with good chance? Certainly i was late getting in to work, although not that late, and then ashley promptly had me over for some coffee, although i thought i was going to die until about 1pm when i finally recovered– i must admit, though, there was a dire stretch of time when i thought i might have to go home and crawl into bed. (My right eye turned blood-red at one point– irritated by the gross mascara no doubt – which morphed into a stomach ache– who eats yogurt and multibran cereal when they’re hungover? Bad decisions– which later resolved itself in a headache– nothing excedrine cant cure). Last night i again attempted to watch ‘happy go lucky’ but was derailed again, not by anything involving bars, but by my dad’s phone call.

You know when you’re talking to your parents and they are obviously annoying you? Sometimes i have a hard time hiding this. So my dad was just annoying me because he was talking about his trip to new mexico, and telling me all these little details about fights that they got into, and i was like ‘you guys are ridiculous.’ i wont even reiterate what they were fighting about because it is purely ridiculous. Anyway right after those accounts, he put me on hold for like, 10 minutes for a some random reason (he was getting a delivery or something? At 10.20pm? I have no idea), and i hung up; shortly thereafter, he called back and was like "did i do something to annoy or upset you?" (For all his craziness and flakeyness, i remain impressed that my dad is so in touch with things sometimes). Of course i apologised, i was just being a brat, and we caught up for a bit longer.

Later tonight kari & nic get into town- hooray! im not sure exactly what we’ve got planned for the weekend, although it will most certainly involve montys tomorrow after work, and probably cuban food (when dont these two things come into play?). they leave town super early Sunday so im going to try and convince them that its best to just stay up all night, although im not sure they’ll go for it (yes by really early i mean a 7am flight. Who does that?). Then i can be slothful on Sunday without feeling guilty. Otherwise ill just be slothful on Sunday and feel like i should be doing something else. And so it goes. Rambly-bambly. Someone has had way too much coffee this morning...

xoxo