Wine = garrulity. or loquaciousness. you decide.
I'm absolutely slurping down this amazing wine right now: Tablas Creek 2006 Tannat, Paso Robles, CA. You would love it (yes, you). It's really unique, but very tasty. What's that they say? Gorgeous, full-bodied, excellent nose etc. All that and a bag of chips.
Even though I just joined Weight Watchers and can't have the bag of chips. The wine is also a cheat and I didn't even measure it out, I'm just pouring it down my throat pretty much. OH WELL.
I have the worst allergies known to man. I often can't breathe, which makes my anxiety kick in full blast. My eyelids are itchy and swollen and my eyes are stingy, itchy, watery, awful. You know how alligators have that funky skin? Well, that's the skin around my eyes. It flakes. It's so dry around the socket that it's changing the shape of my eyes as the skin pulls.
My boss said that my eyelids matched my (pink) shirt today. THANKS BOSS! She's tact-friendly as you all know. Last week when she was in Geneva was CALM and NORMAL and today she's back and suddenly, miraculously, everything is in a total uproar and everyone is freaking the fuck out.
Coincidence? y/y?
Last week I saw the Kirk/Spock movie with moonlash_cc and barelybean and thank god for those two girls because I had one on each side to dig my elbows in at the scenes of enormous slash. Yes, Uhura is awesome, but slash. Slash and Simon Pegg, good god what fun. J.J. you have a winner.
Saw Terminator. Um. Yeah. Sam Worthington is HOT like fire and that's all I'm gonna say about that.
Over Mem Day Weekend I adopted out (0) cats at the adoption event, but bought a new trash can so the cats don't tear up the garbage bags and strew garbage all over the kitchen anymore. Is that a win for me or the cats? Then my allergies overtook me and I laid on the couch for a long time and prayed for death.
Ooh, and.. I had a lovely awesome dinner with poisontaster and sixersfan on Sunday and despite my worries that my food-oriented husband would not know what to talk about if he could not talk about food, it was great. See, sixersfan is not what you would call a foodie. However, this being New York, you can have ultra-spicy Chinese-Indian food from regions you've never heard of, OR you can have the best motherfucking plain cheese pizza ever made. So we had the latter and lo, it was tasty. And PT and SF are, as you'd imagine, two of the funniest, cleverest, cutest people you'd ever want to have pizza with. Mr. A, who still can't really believe I meet people online, was very pleased with the evening.
More on Mr. A's new job later. Clusterfuck is a pretty good summary. Delicious clusterfuck. I will assume that huge, remarkable restaurant openings in NYC are always this way.
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Even though I just joined Weight Watchers and can't have the bag of chips. The wine is also a cheat and I didn't even measure it out, I'm just pouring it down my throat pretty much. OH WELL.
I have the worst allergies known to man. I often can't breathe, which makes my anxiety kick in full blast. My eyelids are itchy and swollen and my eyes are stingy, itchy, watery, awful. You know how alligators have that funky skin? Well, that's the skin around my eyes. It flakes. It's so dry around the socket that it's changing the shape of my eyes as the skin pulls.
My boss said that my eyelids matched my (pink) shirt today. THANKS BOSS! She's tact-friendly as you all know. Last week when she was in Geneva was CALM and NORMAL and today she's back and suddenly, miraculously, everything is in a total uproar and everyone is freaking the fuck out.
Coincidence? y/y?
Last week I saw the Kirk/Spock movie with moonlash_cc and barelybean and thank god for those two girls because I had one on each side to dig my elbows in at the scenes of enormous slash. Yes, Uhura is awesome, but slash. Slash and Simon Pegg, good god what fun. J.J. you have a winner.
Saw Terminator. Um. Yeah. Sam Worthington is HOT like fire and that's all I'm gonna say about that.
Over Mem Day Weekend I adopted out (0) cats at the adoption event, but bought a new trash can so the cats don't tear up the garbage bags and strew garbage all over the kitchen anymore. Is that a win for me or the cats? Then my allergies overtook me and I laid on the couch for a long time and prayed for death.
Ooh, and.. I had a lovely awesome dinner with poisontaster and sixersfan on Sunday and despite my worries that my food-oriented husband would not know what to talk about if he could not talk about food, it was great. See, sixersfan is not what you would call a foodie. However, this being New York, you can have ultra-spicy Chinese-Indian food from regions you've never heard of, OR you can have the best motherfucking plain cheese pizza ever made. So we had the latter and lo, it was tasty. And PT and SF are, as you'd imagine, two of the funniest, cleverest, cutest people you'd ever want to have pizza with. Mr. A, who still can't really believe I meet people online, was very pleased with the evening.
More on Mr. A's new job later. Clusterfuck is a pretty good summary. Delicious clusterfuck. I will assume that huge, remarkable restaurant openings in NYC are always this way.
.