I had a choice of two sides. I chose chorizo cheddar grits and cajun corn. I also got a slice of corn bread. I wasn’t doing it consciously but when my meal arrived, I realized I may have gone a little too corn-centric. But it was all good.
I also ordered a cup of soup - whiskey crab. I ordered because it sounded interesting but it wasn’t as interesting as its name. Good but really just an ordinary crab gumbo.
I don’t think so. This was pretty much all Greek. Theseus, sybelline oracles, Zeus, Athena, minotaurs - that kind of thing. Mickey Rourke was the bad guy. It reminded me of the Clash of the Titans remake and that’s not a good thing.
Absolutely it’s still a good idea!! Unfortunately, with the number of parking lots on campus and the number of buildings, there’s no chance in hell anyone would ever track me down to let me know. There’s also a pretty good chance that the jumper thingie I bought will be stolen out of the unlockable jeep. But my boyfriend said Quadratec has a lock box that can be installed under the hood so we’re gonna see if we can get one of those to hold it.
In other news,
Today was an awesome day! I did start it out by slipping in the mud in front of my house and landed on my knee. But, I didn’t get lost at all, my 50 minute discussion was only 15 minutes long and my 3 hour lab was only 45 minutes long and my other lab isn’t happening so I’m back at home and waiting for my boyfriend to take me out for lunch.
Little Nemo: “ordinary crab gumbo?” That reminds me of a Grateful-Dead-type band I used to see flyers for around a lot — their name was “Leftover Salmon.” One day, I finally got the joke: there is no such thing as “leftover salmon!”
My God, chorizo cheddar grits! Crab gumbo! You may have provided me with my first ever convincing reason to visit New York.
You’re right about the movie. I was thinking of “Immortal (Ad Vitam).”
congodwarf: Have a good lunch. I recommend Little Nemo’s barbecue place.
pravnik: Goodness gracious, I never knew you were in the VFW Ladies’ Auxiliary in the 30’s!
Monday was a good day. The wife’s b-day and a day off work as well, so we “slept” in and then went out to our favorite Italian place for a very good meal. Mushrooms in a butter/garlic sauce for an appetizer, great entrees and a good bottle of Chianti made for a romantic dinner. All in all the day went solidly into the “Win” column.
I have family in Texas that I visit every year. So I know Texas barbecue and my standards are high. New York barbecue is good and I’m happy to eat it, but it’s not in the top tier.
On the other hand, you get better pizza in New York than you get in Texas.
someone in my building burnt something in the toaster (presumably toast) leading to a fire alram that is LOUD and went off as I was reading about the Costa Concordia…which was a thrilling bit of special effects contextualization…so i left to get a burrito. And then in the afternoon I stumbled upon this board and this is my first post. Hi.
Smashed the holy fuck out of my toe this morning as I was getting ready for work. It’s now all swollen and bruised. I can move it, or I’d think it was broken.
slm2955: Breezy! Breezy is good! And it’s not one you hear every day. Keep it up.
silenus: You’re a lucky man. And she’s a lucky woman. I wish I could find my own companion. But, people like yourselves help to keep me optimistic.
Little Nemo: Always with the pizza! People from New York come to California, and they always sneer at our pizza. Man, that NY pizza must be something I can’t even imagine. BTW, I had to make gumbo tonight, and it’s all your fault.
Pince Nez: Welcome to the Board!! Wow, burnt toast set off a fire alarm? Sometimes I think they’re not very well made; ours used to go off whenever I boiled water. Burritos have a way of making everything okay.
Drain Bead:Ohno! Your big toe? That’s a drag – one has no idea of how much one’s big toe is out in front all the time, until it’s all owwie, then you notice! I got bit on my third toe by a brown recluse about ten years ago on Christmas Eve. Later, I bumped it against a EMPTY gift box, and I had to go down into the basement to scream cos, you know, there was company and stuff. Yikes.
Started reasonably well when I went to the tea room for lunch with my brother which cheered me up quite a bit after having had to call in sick for work Monday due to a wicked gastrointestinal virus and still having some minor stomach cramps. (Effective way to lose five pounds though.) Then I get to work and called into the supervisor’s office to receive a verbal warning, per HR policy, for calling in sick three times in the last twelve months. All three days being PTO of course, because there is no such thing as sick leave unless you are out over three days in a row. Apparently there’s no excuse for being sick anyway. Oddly enough I work in a hospital.
Good, in that its my eldest’s birthday today. He’s now 15.
Bad, in that my brother tied one on with has wife last night after a Broadway Show & didn’t feel well enough to stop by & even wish him a Happy Birthday. I could go on about “if you drink, carry your own damn water” but its more than that. To get to Broadway, they had to practically drive past our house. (You couldn’t stop by? We were here.)
Brother, I love you. You are one of my last ‘good’ relatives. You didn’t hurt me by not showing up; you hurt my kid. He misses you, your wife and all his cousins who are all around his age. All of you. This wasn’t a ‘present grab’ thing, this was a ‘Dammit, we miss you and we want to keep you in our lives’ thing. I told you up front: bring Nothing, We Miss You. Food was good and plentiful. I had 2 special bottles of wine I picked out that you and your wife would have liked. You would have had Fun. We missed you, he missed you. He won’t talk about it; he’s 15. But you shouldn’t have to rent a Molly Ringwald movie to figure out how much it sucks to have your birthday forgotten by family in your mid teens.
That was a Dick Move. You need to own up to it and to take responsibility for it. You need to take steps to try to make it right. And if alcohol is controlling you more than you are controlling it, maybe you ought to cut way back.
or at least a sick day.