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22 February 2006
So, what'd you do last night?→[More:] I saw these guys, drank too much beer, and slept until 11 am today.
I spent 4 hours learning about my duties as a new member of The Cleveland Foundation's Neighborhood Connections Grantmaking and Monitoring Committee, and ate a couple of huge plates full of tasty catered mediterranean food. Then I came back to my apartment, washed some dishes, made a few phone calls, ate two packages of pop tarts, and started reading Little, Big again.
Came home from work to a big glass of wine and good dinner smells, both made possible by a sweet mudpuppie.
We watched The Simpsons, ate mushroom and barley soup and a champagne pear vinegar dressed coleslaw, drank, watched The Muppet Show (John Cleese, Dudley Moore, Peter Sellers), and chatted.
I feel remarkably well for someone who drank an entire bottle of wine by herself and got four and a half hours of sleep.
Drank 3/4ths of a bottle of Pinot Grigio, smoked the last of my weed for awhile, smoked 10 cigarettes and watched American Idol, Tivo'd the Olympics, then watched the figure skating in about a half hour.
Got home at 7.30, ate dinner that mr. g had cooked. Watched an episode of six feet under on dvd. Played online for a little while. Read some of my book. Pulled out some rolling stones to listen to. Played cards with mr. g. Went to bed.
It was one of those evenings where you only notice your... boredom? apathy? because someone else is around. If I were by myself I would be happy, but mr. g is worse at entertaining himself than me so his frustration was palpable. Which gets me annoyed, like I feel I have to entertain him, when I want quiet time. This is when tiny NYC apartments are not good. Doesn't help that we are trying to save money so can't even go to a cafe or bar to play cards for a change of scenery.
Facilitated a meeting of the core members for a proposed Slow Food chapter, during which we drafted our application to Slow Food USA over spinach, almond, and butternut squash salad.
Then met my best friend at the old-school Italian-American joint, the Rosa, for a couple Manhattans. It was Rich's birthday. Had a great time keeping the bartender there too late with our witty banter.
Then walked over to the Dolphin Striker to hear the end of Jon Nolan's set over a couple more beers. For me, this was too much partying, especially for a weeknight, but things have been crazy lately and I just wanted to go with the feeling of enjoyment.
Then we got home and I gave Rich his birthday present: signed him up for MeFi, which he's wanted to do forever, but needed a push.
I cooked dinner (chicken & veggies, followed by raspberries & Greek yoghurt), watched TV (Gordon Ramsey) and then messed about on the computer. Went to bed at about 11.30.
Early night tonight, I have a 5.30 start tomorrow, so after I've watched 'America's Top Model' (we get it some months after you guys in the US, so I know who won but I love the bitchiness) I'll hit the hay with the book I picked up in the paperback exchange at work - 'In Her Shoes'.
Gym. Pet tending. Laundry. Played a fun (really, it's very lighthearted) game of "you're trying to kill me!" with the husband. Like, if one person is crowding the other person in the kitchen, the cook (in this case the husband) says "you're trying to kill me!"
As a feature for yesterday's readers:
I retorted "I am not trying to kill you. Have I ever sent you to the drugstore to buy feminine items for me ?!? Hmmmm?"
"Once." He said. "Was I sick???" I asked, blanched. "Yes. I still love you. NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF THE KITCHEN YOU'RE KILLING ME!" he won.
Damn. I thought I was saving that one.
Olympics. John Irving, whom I despised, but I like the new stuff. Valium. Shower. Bed.
IRC, nursed cold, ate noodles, watched Idol, chatted with my sister Laura about my need to leave the Northwest.
Anyone willing to advertise their city over mine please contact me here and let me know why yours is a good place to move to after ten rainy years in the NW.
I was deathly hungover yesterday and spent all day throwing up. I have decided I have some kind of weird allergy to microbrews, because this only ever happens when I've been drinking, gulp, "good" beer.
Worked at our Jaycee bingo selling stuff (it was a total nightmare this week...long story!), DVR'd American Idol, went to bed past my bedtime as usual.
Went shopping (two locations) for one, yes one, heavy door hinge for the motor mount on the table saw I'm restoring. Went home, had a cuppa tea. Browsed tool catalog. Snooped around on eBay for antique slide projectors. Read more tool catalog. Went to bed and read Machine Shop Practices on drilling in preparation for drilling the mounting holes in the hinge.
I had a group guitar lesson, this one was all-electric because one of the guys just bought a new Gibson ES-335. Among the things we did was a "meditation" on an droning Em chord playing in the Phrygian mode. It almost made up for the craptastic day I had at work.
I went to a meeting for the Porltland Habitat for Humanity land acquisition committee. We recently scored half a mil in funding so now we can be more agressive in looking for land. w00t!
After that, I went home, got some disks to return to the video store, took 'em back and got more, cooked dinner and watched some anime.
Then around 2:00 I woke to hear my downstairs neighbor yelling incoherently on the front porch untill his friends sushed him up and took him inside.
Oh yeah, I forgot, I bought cat food and cat litter too, before I came home and got on IRC and chatted with various people. Tried to read some too but couldn't really get into it. Went to bed early. Didn't get cat-headed until 5 am, which is good (day before, it was 3:30).
Worked until 6, did some very late Christmas shopping for a friend I'm going to see tonight, and then watched Harlan County USA at Facets. Later, I packed for my trip.
Let's see...I got home from work, ate dinner with the girls and Jen, then futzed about with lego and books...admired my this-time-of-the-year green fish tank. Then, ran out to the bank to deposit a cheque with Soph, got home, got the girls off to bed, then irc'ed and played a set of some of my favourite songs on mecharadio for 3 enthusiastic listeners.
Drifted off to bed at midnight, content knowing that the bank approved the refinanced mortgage so we can get that work done on the place! Read some more of Kingdom of Fear before dozing off.
Krix, there is absolutely no shame in watching Flavor of Love. Bad weaves = good tv.
Last night we took the kid to a Japanese hibachi restaurant to celebrate mr. rossi's birthday. She loved it, once she got over her fear of the fire. Food was excellent. Thumbs up all around.
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