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The past three days.
Jun. 22nd, 2006 10:30 amSo, I've done stuff the past couple of days. Monday, Phill picked me up after work and we went to Mimi's -- Mimi who I hadn't seen in 363 days -- and eventually, after finding out Lyssandra would not be joining us, to Olive Garden. I just wanted the Zuppa Toscana and it's not as awesome as I remember. D: And of course, Meems tipped the wait staff off that it was his birthday so they embarrassed the crap out of him. There were like, five birthdays while we were eating. It was very odd.
Tuesday, I went to the Mets game with my dad and brothers. It was fun; the Mets won 9-2. A lot of Mets are doing REALLY well in the All-Star voting, which is great, and we're supposedly getting a new stadium in three years. It makes me kinda sad; the Mets play at SHEA, and I can tell a stupid Yankee fan a mile away when they call it "Mets Stadium." Of course, now it's set to be called "Mets Ballpark" or something like that, and a red flag goes up because I'm sure there's an apostrophe issue somewhere and the DAMNED YANKEE FANS WILL HAVE THEIR WAY. Rawr.
After the game, Phill took me to Neptune. The meatloaf was only okay. I knew I should have gotten a Reuben (for the record, I LOVE Reuben sandwiches).
One of Phill's paychecks that I deposited in the bank bounced. Paychecks aren't supposed to DO that. So now I'm out the $200.95 that the check was for, plus a $10 charge for the bad check. WOW. Not to mention that in adding the checks I deposited yesterday, I forgot to carry a 1 and the total was off by a HUNDRED DOLLARS. ... I should probably call now and check my balance to see if it's okay. I can't wait for my bank statement at the end of this month, omg......
Yesterday was Phill's actual birthday, and we planned to go and spend the day together, but Shaina sent me an IM early in the morning. Her dad had a heart attack on Tuesday and was in the hospital. Of course, since she's my best friend and all, I had to stop by and see how she, and her family, was doing. We wound up staying for a while (Shaina and I fell asleep during Madagascar. It wasn't that good), and eventually to the hospital to see Don. I was surprised that we were all allowed in the room, at once. It was cozy. We stayed until 7:45 and then went out to Boulder Creek for dinner.
Hm, that was fun. My mudslide tasted like ice cream (tell me I did not just pay $7.50 for a fucking milkshake), which I didn't appreciate, and I couldn't finish my beer, and then the alcohol made me all sleepy ANYWAY. See, there's no point to taking me out drinking. I'll fall asleep on you before I ever get drunk. Ha! I WIN! Anyway, our waiter was a bit incompetent. I didn't like that. At least the food was okay. My prime rib tasted a little weird, and I couldn't finish it. Shaina's mashed potatoes were cold, and she didn't touch them, but she ate her fish and I had my potatoes, so, hey, full meal between the two of us.
Phill had a two-pound steak. And finished it. Without problems. We had pieces, and it was divine. And then, more waiters embarrassed him on his f'real birthday. I don't know why he gets so upset. It's FREE CAKE.
The Mets came back from a 4-1 deficit, only to lose 6-5. Billy Wagner was an OUT away from saving the game, but loaded the bags (two walks and an infield hit, all with two outs), and a bloop single put Cincy up 6-5. I was very upset. (Shaina said she could never date an avid baseball fan. Looking back on the sentence I wrote, WOW, baseballbabble. But I love my game. World Cup, Schmorld Cup. :::dismissive wave:::)
And that's been it. I close today and tomorrow at work and open Saturday. But now? I must clean in here. NEXT exploded -- well, at least it's not as bad as Boston -- all over my room and it's impossible to walk, so I need to take care of that in the next ninety minutes. Not a problem.
Ian, I won't have the screenshots until next week. I'm sorry; I didn't know my days off this week would be so hectic.
Love y'all.
Tuesday, I went to the Mets game with my dad and brothers. It was fun; the Mets won 9-2. A lot of Mets are doing REALLY well in the All-Star voting, which is great, and we're supposedly getting a new stadium in three years. It makes me kinda sad; the Mets play at SHEA, and I can tell a stupid Yankee fan a mile away when they call it "Mets Stadium." Of course, now it's set to be called "Mets Ballpark" or something like that, and a red flag goes up because I'm sure there's an apostrophe issue somewhere and the DAMNED YANKEE FANS WILL HAVE THEIR WAY. Rawr.
After the game, Phill took me to Neptune. The meatloaf was only okay. I knew I should have gotten a Reuben (for the record, I LOVE Reuben sandwiches).
One of Phill's paychecks that I deposited in the bank bounced. Paychecks aren't supposed to DO that. So now I'm out the $200.95 that the check was for, plus a $10 charge for the bad check. WOW. Not to mention that in adding the checks I deposited yesterday, I forgot to carry a 1 and the total was off by a HUNDRED DOLLARS. ... I should probably call now and check my balance to see if it's okay. I can't wait for my bank statement at the end of this month, omg......
Yesterday was Phill's actual birthday, and we planned to go and spend the day together, but Shaina sent me an IM early in the morning. Her dad had a heart attack on Tuesday and was in the hospital. Of course, since she's my best friend and all, I had to stop by and see how she, and her family, was doing. We wound up staying for a while (Shaina and I fell asleep during Madagascar. It wasn't that good), and eventually to the hospital to see Don. I was surprised that we were all allowed in the room, at once. It was cozy. We stayed until 7:45 and then went out to Boulder Creek for dinner.
Hm, that was fun. My mudslide tasted like ice cream (tell me I did not just pay $7.50 for a fucking milkshake), which I didn't appreciate, and I couldn't finish my beer, and then the alcohol made me all sleepy ANYWAY. See, there's no point to taking me out drinking. I'll fall asleep on you before I ever get drunk. Ha! I WIN! Anyway, our waiter was a bit incompetent. I didn't like that. At least the food was okay. My prime rib tasted a little weird, and I couldn't finish it. Shaina's mashed potatoes were cold, and she didn't touch them, but she ate her fish and I had my potatoes, so, hey, full meal between the two of us.
Phill had a two-pound steak. And finished it. Without problems. We had pieces, and it was divine. And then, more waiters embarrassed him on his f'real birthday. I don't know why he gets so upset. It's FREE CAKE.
The Mets came back from a 4-1 deficit, only to lose 6-5. Billy Wagner was an OUT away from saving the game, but loaded the bags (two walks and an infield hit, all with two outs), and a bloop single put Cincy up 6-5. I was very upset. (Shaina said she could never date an avid baseball fan. Looking back on the sentence I wrote, WOW, baseballbabble. But I love my game. World Cup, Schmorld Cup. :::dismissive wave:::)
And that's been it. I close today and tomorrow at work and open Saturday. But now? I must clean in here. NEXT exploded -- well, at least it's not as bad as Boston -- all over my room and it's impossible to walk, so I need to take care of that in the next ninety minutes. Not a problem.
Ian, I won't have the screenshots until next week. I'm sorry; I didn't know my days off this week would be so hectic.
Love y'all.
