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Ooops I did it again, I came in to work...
Apr. 9th, 2007 11:12 amI apologize for referencing Ms. Spears, but that's the best song-type thing I could come up with this morning. Deal.
The weekend flew by in a blur, and other than cooking and doing dishes, nothing much was accomplished. Sigh. The Barbeque on Saturday was forced indoors by the cooler temps, to make it a typical crowded house party rather than an outdoor/picnic event. Still, it was nice, and I'm glad I went. Glad I helped out with the food, even though I risked my fingers (okay, it wasn't that cold, but it felt like it). Glad I saw people I didn't get to see all week. Very glad I went out dancing with one of the hostesses, and a couple of Muskateers. Little divey bar, bad neighborhood and hard to get to without a DD, and the DJ was inexperienced and made some bad calls (seriously, who spins new wave and doesn't bring The Reflex?) but on the whole it was a blast. Must go back again.
I created another of my 'I'm bored, an' there are random ingredients in my cabinets' meals on Sunday. Salmon-Couscous Curry. It was yummy, and worth the effort I put into adding spices and things, even if I did stick a layer of couscous to the pot, so that I spent the rest of the day soaking it. Was supposed to go downtown for Falafel, but I woke up still drunk, and by the time I took a nap and sobered up, I missed the call saying, 'are you okay, we're hungry'. The sobering up process made me glad I didn't try to get on the Metro, though. Which is actually more amusing when you consider that I left the bar, got a ride to the Metro, took the train home, then walked to my house, let myself in, turned off the lights, cleaned up the kitchen, put picnic leftovers away, fed and watered the cat, read for a while, had some juice...and then slept for a few hours, and woke up nauseous and needing more sleep.
So, today is that Monday you have every once in a while. The Monday after the Sunday that you wasted recovering from the party on Saturday. Or; what do you mean the weekend's over; I only used the one day?
Hence: Ooops I did it again, I came in to work...
The weekend flew by in a blur, and other than cooking and doing dishes, nothing much was accomplished. Sigh. The Barbeque on Saturday was forced indoors by the cooler temps, to make it a typical crowded house party rather than an outdoor/picnic event. Still, it was nice, and I'm glad I went. Glad I helped out with the food, even though I risked my fingers (okay, it wasn't that cold, but it felt like it). Glad I saw people I didn't get to see all week. Very glad I went out dancing with one of the hostesses, and a couple of Muskateers. Little divey bar, bad neighborhood and hard to get to without a DD, and the DJ was inexperienced and made some bad calls (seriously, who spins new wave and doesn't bring The Reflex?) but on the whole it was a blast. Must go back again.
I created another of my 'I'm bored, an' there are random ingredients in my cabinets' meals on Sunday. Salmon-Couscous Curry. It was yummy, and worth the effort I put into adding spices and things, even if I did stick a layer of couscous to the pot, so that I spent the rest of the day soaking it. Was supposed to go downtown for Falafel, but I woke up still drunk, and by the time I took a nap and sobered up, I missed the call saying, 'are you okay, we're hungry'. The sobering up process made me glad I didn't try to get on the Metro, though. Which is actually more amusing when you consider that I left the bar, got a ride to the Metro, took the train home, then walked to my house, let myself in, turned off the lights, cleaned up the kitchen, put picnic leftovers away, fed and watered the cat, read for a while, had some juice...and then slept for a few hours, and woke up nauseous and needing more sleep.
So, today is that Monday you have every once in a while. The Monday after the Sunday that you wasted recovering from the party on Saturday. Or; what do you mean the weekend's over; I only used the one day?
Hence: Ooops I did it again, I came in to work...
