On The Ending Of Things
With one nineteen-day workweek concluded last Friday, I had the opportunity to enjoy the weekend as a weekend as opposed to an extension of my working hours, which is less fun.
Day Sixteen was the grand finale, so to speak. Crazy morning. Big lunch. White House reception. Not quite as melodramatic as the same sequence of events last year... but sometimes that's ok. And, say what you will about the current administration, but they throw a helluva party. Clinton never invited us to his parties, is all I'm saying. To sum up: Colin Powell is cool. Condoleeza Rice is a gorgon. Powell's daughter is still WICKED HOT.
deinemuse warned me of impending bodily shutdown, and I couldn't agree more- I could actually feel my physical self rebelling against the abuse I was offering it. Nineteen straight days of bad sleeping and eating patterns coupled with a lot of stress does take its toll on a body. It took a few days of winding down to get back into some semblance of order, and even right now I'm not completely recovered. But, all in good time. I'll get better and get back into working out and then I'll be the hot slab of beefcake I once was. Once being that time I dreamed I was Ahnold.
What better way to end a long stressful month than drinking? Drinking with friends, of course! Most especially angledge, recently returned from her long educational sabbatical in Scotland. She picked up a trace of accent, most noticeable in her shorter vowels. She also picked up vegetarian haggis, which sounds like a frightening concept, but in actuality was quite tasty. Then again, I'll eat almost anything. I'm not proud.
Over the course of the weekend, marasca gave me a long lesson in using Photoshop, so that I could doctor photos for my own nefarious purposes. Mwaaaahahahahahaaa!!!!! Ahem. Anyway... that was actually a useful lesson, rather interesting, and I got some good out of it. A productive afternoon, followed up by dinner and gaming with special guest stars ghostwriterxx and deinemuse, who graced us with their presence (and their tasty spinach dip) in the evening.
Sunday meant a day with the parents, because my aunt from England was visiting. That was nice, and she gave me chocolate, which was nicer.
This weekend might be a time of rest. But I'll probably do something wackjob anyway.
Day Sixteen was the grand finale, so to speak. Crazy morning. Big lunch. White House reception. Not quite as melodramatic as the same sequence of events last year... but sometimes that's ok. And, say what you will about the current administration, but they throw a helluva party. Clinton never invited us to his parties, is all I'm saying. To sum up: Colin Powell is cool. Condoleeza Rice is a gorgon. Powell's daughter is still WICKED HOT.
deinemuse warned me of impending bodily shutdown, and I couldn't agree more- I could actually feel my physical self rebelling against the abuse I was offering it. Nineteen straight days of bad sleeping and eating patterns coupled with a lot of stress does take its toll on a body. It took a few days of winding down to get back into some semblance of order, and even right now I'm not completely recovered. But, all in good time. I'll get better and get back into working out and then I'll be the hot slab of beefcake I once was. Once being that time I dreamed I was Ahnold.
What better way to end a long stressful month than drinking? Drinking with friends, of course! Most especially angledge, recently returned from her long educational sabbatical in Scotland. She picked up a trace of accent, most noticeable in her shorter vowels. She also picked up vegetarian haggis, which sounds like a frightening concept, but in actuality was quite tasty. Then again, I'll eat almost anything. I'm not proud.
Over the course of the weekend, marasca gave me a long lesson in using Photoshop, so that I could doctor photos for my own nefarious purposes. Mwaaaahahahahahaaa!!!!! Ahem. Anyway... that was actually a useful lesson, rather interesting, and I got some good out of it. A productive afternoon, followed up by dinner and gaming with special guest stars ghostwriterxx and deinemuse, who graced us with their presence (and their tasty spinach dip) in the evening.
Sunday meant a day with the parents, because my aunt from England was visiting. That was nice, and she gave me chocolate, which was nicer.
This weekend might be a time of rest. But I'll probably do something wackjob anyway.