consomme, columbia, co-sleeping
waiting to go into demo, where they are going to explain our practical final. we have to demonstrate classical knife cuts, break down a chicken, make perfectly clear consomme, rice pilaf, blanch green beans, and i don't even know what else. it's stressing me out. i know i'll be fine. i'm mostly nervous about getting the consomme clear and grease-free.
my break commences as of 4 PM this afternoon. i will then clean for half an hour, go to the inn to do t-giving prep work, have a brief meeting at the prospect, try to get home in time for glee at 8 PM, then wait for allison to get home so we can take a stroll to the get-down, drink some tall boys, shoot some pool and play with the jukebox.
heading down to columbia thursday morning to meet the garrells. anxious/excited. we are spending the night at embassy suites. my mom reminded me to bring my bathing suit. (shudder) maybe i will dip into the hot tub. maybe that will be worth the gawking at my hairy legs and tattoos. i'm scared of my grandpa. he's super grumpy and homophobic/sexist/racist/weirdphobic. but i love his 2nd wife, mary faye. she's an absolute sweetheart. also haven't seen my siblings and dad in six months. that should be good. for the most part. too bad it's such a brief visit. have to make it back here by 5 to work on friday.
and the other thing weighing on me is obviously my pseudo love life. i've been a little lonely. i like sleeping alone, but sometimes i miss the warmth and dream-soothing comfort. waiting things out, and it's okay, i have plenty of ways to occupy my time and thoughts. but i miss her. i'm pretty sure she'll come around soon enough, though. attempting to remain serene about the situation, and bear in mind some very wise advice from a friend.
my break commences as of 4 PM this afternoon. i will then clean for half an hour, go to the inn to do t-giving prep work, have a brief meeting at the prospect, try to get home in time for glee at 8 PM, then wait for allison to get home so we can take a stroll to the get-down, drink some tall boys, shoot some pool and play with the jukebox.
heading down to columbia thursday morning to meet the garrells. anxious/excited. we are spending the night at embassy suites. my mom reminded me to bring my bathing suit. (shudder) maybe i will dip into the hot tub. maybe that will be worth the gawking at my hairy legs and tattoos. i'm scared of my grandpa. he's super grumpy and homophobic/sexist/racist/weirdphobic. but i love his 2nd wife, mary faye. she's an absolute sweetheart. also haven't seen my siblings and dad in six months. that should be good. for the most part. too bad it's such a brief visit. have to make it back here by 5 to work on friday.
and the other thing weighing on me is obviously my pseudo love life. i've been a little lonely. i like sleeping alone, but sometimes i miss the warmth and dream-soothing comfort. waiting things out, and it's okay, i have plenty of ways to occupy my time and thoughts. but i miss her. i'm pretty sure she'll come around soon enough, though. attempting to remain serene about the situation, and bear in mind some very wise advice from a friend.