Cream of the Crap.
Uff.
I can hardly move.
I went out to dinner with my parents tonight; it was some English-style pub in St. Francis. What with the British (I have feelings about the British...) flag outside, I was pretty skeptical, but it was actually really good. They had things I haven't seen since Galway: curry chips, garlic mayonnaise, etc. Their beer selection was curious at best, though. First, a pint of Stella Artois (which is like the Natural Ice of Ireland) was highly recommended at $6.00/glass, and then the waitress pronounced Smithwick's "smith-wicks" instead of the proper "smiddicks". I was sort of craving a Hoegaarden, but when would my parents buy me a beer in public?
My not being 21 is coming to haunt me these days. Everyone from work is going out this weekend, and I would like to join them because my co-workers are for the most part quite enjoyable. But, of course, they are going out drinking and I am not invited, purely for legal reasons.
Work is going okay. My boss is a passive-aggressive asshole and we employ too many geriatric, senile tour guides, but it's not bad for the most part. Do you have any questions about transmission gears or assembly lines? I have your answer.
Meg and I are still looking for a third girl for fall...hopefully we'll know by this weekend???
I can hardly move.
I went out to dinner with my parents tonight; it was some English-style pub in St. Francis. What with the British (I have feelings about the British...) flag outside, I was pretty skeptical, but it was actually really good. They had things I haven't seen since Galway: curry chips, garlic mayonnaise, etc. Their beer selection was curious at best, though. First, a pint of Stella Artois (which is like the Natural Ice of Ireland) was highly recommended at $6.00/glass, and then the waitress pronounced Smithwick's "smith-wicks" instead of the proper "smiddicks". I was sort of craving a Hoegaarden, but when would my parents buy me a beer in public?
My not being 21 is coming to haunt me these days. Everyone from work is going out this weekend, and I would like to join them because my co-workers are for the most part quite enjoyable. But, of course, they are going out drinking and I am not invited, purely for legal reasons.
Work is going okay. My boss is a passive-aggressive asshole and we employ too many geriatric, senile tour guides, but it's not bad for the most part. Do you have any questions about transmission gears or assembly lines? I have your answer.
Meg and I are still looking for a third girl for fall...hopefully we'll know by this weekend???