tonight was -supposed- to be fun
Plan for tonight was as follows:
Go ice skating with Ted and Louis, knowing Ted would probably pick up the tab.
Go to dinner with Ted and Louis, knowing Ted wouldn't allow anyone else to pick up the tab.
Hang out for a while with Ted and Louis, and then go home and go to sleep.
What actually ended up happening:
Call Louis to find out when to meet at her house, find out that she's running late.
Call Ted to pass that information along, because Louis doesn't make phone calls very often.
Fight rush hour.
Get to Louis'.
Ted arrives.
We leave and go skating.
Half an hour later, I discover that my right big toe is popping in ways that shouldn't be possible, and realize that when I dropped the mannequin on it a week ago, I probably broke my toe.
Call my boss to find out what the procedure is, and find out she has no idea and the only person in the district who does isn't working today.
Call my mom to let her know that I've probably got a broken toe, but until my employer tells me which doctor to go see, I can't do anything about it.
Ended up paying 15 dollars for 40 minutes at the skating rink.
Convinced Louis and Ted to eat at Guarino's, a nice little family owned and operated Italian restaraunt that's got the world's greatest manicotti. I swear, if heaven fits the image of Paradise that we've all been fed since childhood, Guarino's manicotti is on the menu every day. Soooo good.
Hung out with Louis and Ted until about 12:30, hung out with Ted until about 1:30, headed home and signed on.
So yeah, I've probably got a broken toe, my wisdom teeth hurt like the devil himself is hitting my gums with the ugly stick, and I'm tired. But I'm in pain, so sleeping is not much of an option. Maybe this is why I've been nightmaring so much lately.
Bleh.
Go ice skating with Ted and Louis, knowing Ted would probably pick up the tab.
Go to dinner with Ted and Louis, knowing Ted wouldn't allow anyone else to pick up the tab.
Hang out for a while with Ted and Louis, and then go home and go to sleep.
What actually ended up happening:
Call Louis to find out when to meet at her house, find out that she's running late.
Call Ted to pass that information along, because Louis doesn't make phone calls very often.
Fight rush hour.
Get to Louis'.
Ted arrives.
We leave and go skating.
Half an hour later, I discover that my right big toe is popping in ways that shouldn't be possible, and realize that when I dropped the mannequin on it a week ago, I probably broke my toe.
Call my boss to find out what the procedure is, and find out she has no idea and the only person in the district who does isn't working today.
Call my mom to let her know that I've probably got a broken toe, but until my employer tells me which doctor to go see, I can't do anything about it.
Ended up paying 15 dollars for 40 minutes at the skating rink.
Convinced Louis and Ted to eat at Guarino's, a nice little family owned and operated Italian restaraunt that's got the world's greatest manicotti. I swear, if heaven fits the image of Paradise that we've all been fed since childhood, Guarino's manicotti is on the menu every day. Soooo good.
Hung out with Louis and Ted until about 12:30, hung out with Ted until about 1:30, headed home and signed on.
So yeah, I've probably got a broken toe, my wisdom teeth hurt like the devil himself is hitting my gums with the ugly stick, and I'm tired. But I'm in pain, so sleeping is not much of an option. Maybe this is why I've been nightmaring so much lately.
Bleh.