german and wistful
This morning has fucking rocked. Made it to the gym, got into work, discovered that Al had brought us all Irish soda bread, but that no one was wearing green. Spent an hour cutting up green cardstock folders to make everyone in the office shamrocks. They're all wearing them now. Then Claudia and I made fun of the weird anime art on the the cover of NYU's summer catalog. It make the university look like a preschool where they feed acid to three-year-olds. We imagined reps taking this catalog to college fairs, and did snooty voices for the Harvard and Oxford reps (yes, in our pretend-land Oxford maintains a trans-Atlantic presence at college fairs just so we can impersonate the posh accents) and sang cracked out Chipmunks songs for the NYU rep.
Last night was also entertaining. Went to see Ultraviolet with Rachel and Lev. Even worse than I thought it would be, which was fantastic. "Oh, it's on." Wait for it... Wait for it... Little more...wait... ... ... OK... "Yeah, it is." Also: "Death is who I am. It's what I'm good at."
Afterwards, Duke's with Dani and Rachel. Adorable new bartender. We made up more song titles with no songs attached to them for the rock opera about Spance. Dani informed me she has located waterproof green LEDs to put in the drinks tonight and make them glow! Huzzah!
Last night was also entertaining. Went to see Ultraviolet with Rachel and Lev. Even worse than I thought it would be, which was fantastic. "Oh, it's on." Wait for it... Wait for it... Little more...wait... ... ... OK... "Yeah, it is." Also: "Death is who I am. It's what I'm good at."
Afterwards, Duke's with Dani and Rachel. Adorable new bartender. We made up more song titles with no songs attached to them for the rock opera about Spance. Dani informed me she has located waterproof green LEDs to put in the drinks tonight and make them glow! Huzzah!