The long and short of it..
Last week was rather busy, I went to something like a girl-convention. They had free-flowing constatnly-at-your grasp booze and all the acoutrements necessary for a girl. There was jewelry, pretty clothes, and things that smell good. Basically, the big three.
How I ended up there? I invited a friend as kind of a way to get things reestablished and invigorated betwixt us, we haven't hung out in a while. She sent around a mass email to get the group going.. and dropped the ball. Me already set with a ticket. No hard feelings, things tend to disintergrate fast if I put forward plans.. so, again, it had all the pretty things girls fancied, with booze and servers to fit anyone's fancy--either a well-dressed woman or a uniformed male. The grab bags were fantastic, I'd sign up to go again in a minute, just.. I'd love for there to be a group with me, people didn't seem to socialize but with their clique--and that's no surprise as it is, you know, a bunch of women. I had most of a midori on a predominantly empty stomach, started stumbling, and exited stage right suddenly craving fast food.
Friday was alright, Rob and I had one hell of a fight. In email. At work. Whatever, I had something else on my plate. So. eBay had a usability survey thing rolling through Boston. I signed up. What I didn't know is that they'd be coming over. And videotaping. My coworkers advised me I'd probably be chopped up and eaten. I had to also convince my roommate Deb that if suits came into the apartment and were watching me on my machine it wouldn't be "To Catch A Predator" or the RIAA coming to extract some divine revenge. A half hour after they've arrived, they're out, I'm $200 closer to breaking even. Usability tests are pretty neat, I like to over explain myself, so it works out just fine. Just in time, my pants seem to be shrinking as fast as my waist expands, it's noooo good. I got a haircut, some new shampoo and conditioner.. I'll hit up Downtown Crossing's Filene's Basement in search of some slacks.
Other than that, I'm hardly seeing Rob with his new job. Goodie. But the weekends are here for a reason.
How I ended up there? I invited a friend as kind of a way to get things reestablished and invigorated betwixt us, we haven't hung out in a while. She sent around a mass email to get the group going.. and dropped the ball. Me already set with a ticket. No hard feelings, things tend to disintergrate fast if I put forward plans.. so, again, it had all the pretty things girls fancied, with booze and servers to fit anyone's fancy--either a well-dressed woman or a uniformed male. The grab bags were fantastic, I'd sign up to go again in a minute, just.. I'd love for there to be a group with me, people didn't seem to socialize but with their clique--and that's no surprise as it is, you know, a bunch of women. I had most of a midori on a predominantly empty stomach, started stumbling, and exited stage right suddenly craving fast food.
Friday was alright, Rob and I had one hell of a fight. In email. At work. Whatever, I had something else on my plate. So. eBay had a usability survey thing rolling through Boston. I signed up. What I didn't know is that they'd be coming over. And videotaping. My coworkers advised me I'd probably be chopped up and eaten. I had to also convince my roommate Deb that if suits came into the apartment and were watching me on my machine it wouldn't be "To Catch A Predator" or the RIAA coming to extract some divine revenge. A half hour after they've arrived, they're out, I'm $200 closer to breaking even. Usability tests are pretty neat, I like to over explain myself, so it works out just fine. Just in time, my pants seem to be shrinking as fast as my waist expands, it's noooo good. I got a haircut, some new shampoo and conditioner.. I'll hit up Downtown Crossing's Filene's Basement in search of some slacks.
Other than that, I'm hardly seeing Rob with his new job. Goodie. But the weekends are here for a reason.