Sep 15, 2010 18:46
Okay, so. It's been a crazy week with port outs and substitute teachers and I seriously almost burnt down the Institute kitchen earlier trying to make chicken--god, I am so not allowed to cook anymore. I can't believe Sam ate it...I am so sorry if you get food poisoning, baby. This is why I stick to sandwiches, people, because my culinary skills are severely lacking. I suppose it's a good thing I'm dating the cooking teacher, huh? Though I guess he's like the principal now...
ANYWAY.
Hey, my fellow workers at All that Jazz! I was thinking we need a get together! Where we are outside of work and can chill together and drink and just have fun. You know you want to come. I CAN EVEN PROMISE WARREN IN A FUNKY HAT--Warren, you'll wear a funky hat, right?
[Such puppy dog eyes are being used now.]
But yeah, this Saturday. COME. I'll get back to you with details on where we'll meet. And the time. But it'll be fun, and can't we all use a little fun?
† sally blevins | skids