Rescue and Recovery
I guess the good news is - It's July 5th at 11:30 and my ass is sitting at home.
No it is not a vacation day.
The bad news is, this impromptu vacation is the result of my air conditioner taking a fucking header last night. Fortunately, my best friend, The New Yorker, and I had a place to crash - but this morning I am sitting in a stifling fucking hot house waiting for a fucking window of 10-1 for an air conditioner guy.
Sorry, had to vent - get it? Vent? Air condition... ah! I kill me.
Fortunately, and I am very impressed, I called my landlord on the 4th, told him what was going on, and the air conditioning place had me on the schedule at 9 am today. That's pretty impressive.
Got the New Yorker on a plane at 5:45 this morning - after he kept his "new boyfriend" (aka the Englishman) and I up until about oh - 4 am chatting and laughing. I must say though, when your best friend and the best friend that you sleep with, manage to finish each other's sentences within about three hours of knowing each other - that doesn't suck.
Okay, here's the worst part of it all...
I can't find Ike the Angry Cat.
I tried to get him to come in last night before we all loaded up to go to the Englishman's house for air conditioning. He ran off. I didn't know what to do. Now, knowing that he listened to fireworks all night and probably got really scared and he wasn't by the door when I came home this morning... Well - send your good thoughts to Ike the Angry Cat coming home.
Special thanks to maladr1n for a fabulous 3rd of July and a great deck - we had a faaaaaah-bulous time.
Off to look for Ike and wait for the air conditioner guy...
No it is not a vacation day.
The bad news is, this impromptu vacation is the result of my air conditioner taking a fucking header last night. Fortunately, my best friend, The New Yorker, and I had a place to crash - but this morning I am sitting in a stifling fucking hot house waiting for a fucking window of 10-1 for an air conditioner guy.
Sorry, had to vent - get it? Vent? Air condition... ah! I kill me.
Fortunately, and I am very impressed, I called my landlord on the 4th, told him what was going on, and the air conditioning place had me on the schedule at 9 am today. That's pretty impressive.
Got the New Yorker on a plane at 5:45 this morning - after he kept his "new boyfriend" (aka the Englishman) and I up until about oh - 4 am chatting and laughing. I must say though, when your best friend and the best friend that you sleep with, manage to finish each other's sentences within about three hours of knowing each other - that doesn't suck.
Okay, here's the worst part of it all...
I can't find Ike the Angry Cat.
I tried to get him to come in last night before we all loaded up to go to the Englishman's house for air conditioning. He ran off. I didn't know what to do. Now, knowing that he listened to fireworks all night and probably got really scared and he wasn't by the door when I came home this morning... Well - send your good thoughts to Ike the Angry Cat coming home.
Special thanks to maladr1n for a fabulous 3rd of July and a great deck - we had a faaaaaah-bulous time.
Off to look for Ike and wait for the air conditioner guy...