I'm an uncle! (sort of)
My roommates back in Montreal had their baby! Yay! She's happy and healthy and as yet without a first name. Her middle name will be Alessina, thus satisfying the Italian side of the family. There's still the Irish side to satisfy. So, if anyone can think of some really rockin' Irish girls names, post them in the comments and I'll send them along. They have to be rockin', though, because this girl is going to be one cool lass if she's anything like her parents.
2006-09-26
2006-09-21
The Umbrellas of Cherbourg
For the record, not only was the film fabulous and definitely worth seeing, it's perhaps the gayest thing I've ever seen. Gayer even than gay porn.
Whew
According to Google Earth, I biked 13 miles on Sunday. And I didn't die. And I didn't even hurt that much from doing it.
Go me!
Yeah, there's probably a bunch of other stuff I should update about right now, but I'm not going to. I'll just leave you all in suspense. I've got shit to do. Like go watch 'Les Parapluies de Cherbourg' which was due back yesterday. And drink coffee. And eat breakfast. And go to work, which has been rather blech this week. I have tomorrow off at least. Then working Saturday and off Sunday. Meh. I hate divided weekends. Saturday is a training day, at least, not a full shift. Though I do still have to go in to close the store that night.
Go me!
Yeah, there's probably a bunch of other stuff I should update about right now, but I'm not going to. I'll just leave you all in suspense. I've got shit to do. Like go watch 'Les Parapluies de Cherbourg' which was due back yesterday. And drink coffee. And eat breakfast. And go to work, which has been rather blech this week. I have tomorrow off at least. Then working Saturday and off Sunday. Meh. I hate divided weekends. Saturday is a training day, at least, not a full shift. Though I do still have to go in to close the store that night.
2006-09-12
Weekend Update
The yacht search on Friday was fun. Except for the whole getting up at 4 in the morning thing. My friend was a bit excited about getting up to where we were headed to find the yacht. I had suggested leaving at a more godly hour, like 8 or 9. Even 7 would have been okay. I managed the 5, but barely.
So, we left Portland at 5, me half asleep, he giddy with excitement (and only two hours of sleep) and drove up the coast for a little under two hours. We found the yacht fairly easily. It wasn't hard to spot in a rather small town with few sites to moor. Of course, we found it at about 7.30 and had no way to get out to it and, pretty clearly, no one was awake aboard (or, if they were, they certainly weren't on deck). We drove back into town and found some yummy breakfast and then headed back out to the yacht where we were greeted with signs of life on board (it was about 9.30 by now). We stood around on the dock and after a bit, someone happened by in a skiff who gave us a ride out.
There was the odd moment of introduction since they hadn't known we were coming and only vaguely knew that their friends had a friend who lived in Maine. But after it was sorted out how everyone knew everyone (me, I was just along for the adventure) we sat down and chatted and had coffee. The husband and wife who are sailing half way around the world (New Zealand to Europe via the Panama Canal) are quite lovely people, very interesting and full of stories to tell. They were gearing up to finish their provisioning and were scheduled to leave Sunday across the Atlantic, London-bound. We went back into town with them and all had lunch together before saying goodbye and good luck and heading back into Portland. I had the day off, but my friend had to work at 5.
Now, who is this crazy friend who has friends who have friends from New Zealand who are sailing half-way round the world? Ah, good question, by faithful blog-readers. He's a new friend. A new special friend, perhaps. It's all still very new and undetermined. But it's something with potential. I'll leave it at that for now, I think. I'm doing my best not to get too excited about it before it actually matures into something. We've only seen each other a couple of times but he asked me yesterday if I had plans yet for Hallowe'en. I told him I didn't think I did. So maybe now I do?
And here's the irony of it all: he also makes coffee for a living and has an interest in it approaching mine...he just happens to work for Starbucks.
So, we left Portland at 5, me half asleep, he giddy with excitement (and only two hours of sleep) and drove up the coast for a little under two hours. We found the yacht fairly easily. It wasn't hard to spot in a rather small town with few sites to moor. Of course, we found it at about 7.30 and had no way to get out to it and, pretty clearly, no one was awake aboard (or, if they were, they certainly weren't on deck). We drove back into town and found some yummy breakfast and then headed back out to the yacht where we were greeted with signs of life on board (it was about 9.30 by now). We stood around on the dock and after a bit, someone happened by in a skiff who gave us a ride out.
There was the odd moment of introduction since they hadn't known we were coming and only vaguely knew that their friends had a friend who lived in Maine. But after it was sorted out how everyone knew everyone (me, I was just along for the adventure) we sat down and chatted and had coffee. The husband and wife who are sailing half way around the world (New Zealand to Europe via the Panama Canal) are quite lovely people, very interesting and full of stories to tell. They were gearing up to finish their provisioning and were scheduled to leave Sunday across the Atlantic, London-bound. We went back into town with them and all had lunch together before saying goodbye and good luck and heading back into Portland. I had the day off, but my friend had to work at 5.
Now, who is this crazy friend who has friends who have friends from New Zealand who are sailing half-way round the world? Ah, good question, by faithful blog-readers. He's a new friend. A new special friend, perhaps. It's all still very new and undetermined. But it's something with potential. I'll leave it at that for now, I think. I'm doing my best not to get too excited about it before it actually matures into something. We've only seen each other a couple of times but he asked me yesterday if I had plans yet for Hallowe'en. I told him I didn't think I did. So maybe now I do?
And here's the irony of it all: he also makes coffee for a living and has an interest in it approaching mine...he just happens to work for Starbucks.
2006-09-08
What was I thinking?
I just agreed to leave in four and a half hours to drive up the coast to look for a yacht with some New Zealanders on board.
What was I thinking?
Never let me say my life is boring.
What was I thinking?
Never let me say my life is boring.
2006-09-05
2006-09-03
Gee, I wonder why...
No customers had complained or returned a doctored version, [a spokesman for HMV] said.
Self-described guerilla artist Banksy has replaced approximately 500 copies of Paris Hilton's debut album in stores across the UK with an album of his own with remixes with titles such as 'Why Am I Famous?', 'What Have I Done?' and 'What Am I For?'
2006-09-01
Sort of kind of almost moved in.
I've been in this apartment almost a year. The last apartment I was in long-term was for three years, and even there I still had stuff in boxes the day I moved out.
One of my major problems with all the stuff I have--and I do my best to cull my pack rat tendencies--is that I don't have drawers or shelves to put it on. I haven't had a proper desk since 2001 when I moved out of rez. Until now.
A friend of mine had a going-away party on Wednesday. Her going away makes me sad. However, I acquired her quite nice roll-top desk, which makes me happy. I think it's going finally to pull my room together and make it something more than a sleeping chamber filled with crap.
Forthwith, pictures...
This is facing the wall opposite the closet. The door leads out into the dining room and that little blue blob in the lower right corner is my bed. On the left, obviously, are my windows. Stylin' desk, eh? Already stacked with clutter. I haven't sorted anything into the drawers of the desk yet, so a lot of that clutter will disappear eventually. Hiding behind the open door is my dresser.
This is taken from the opposite corner. My bed. My closet. My poster of Caspar David Friedrich's 'Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog', something I bought before heading off to university. It seemed appropriate then and still seems to apply now. Also, between the window and closet, above the heater, a drawing of the corner of St-Laurent and Des Pins. A christmas gift last year. :-)
This is the boring side of the room. Just my Canadian flag, a plant, and a Russian icon of John the Baptist, which was a birthday gift (I had originally planned to have my birthday party on St-Jean because it was the Saturday before, which is why my friend bought me the icon, but then I never had the party so the original intent of the gift was kind of moot. It's still pretty nifty, though. I think it came with a certificate of authenticity about it being hand-painted. But I'm not sure. It was written in Russian.) Hopefully, I'll soon have a night stand so that my alarm clock doesn't have to live on the floor (those plugs in the outlet are for my alarm clock and my phone charger). Your coffee trivia for today: Jamaican coffee does not ship in burlap bags like coffee from everywhere else does. It ships in barrels. Full barrels and half barrels. Generally, we buy our Jamaican coffee by the half barrel. There's not reason to hang on to the barrels after we've emptied them of the beans so I'm hoping to score one soon. There's one at the roastery right now, actually, but our roaster wasn't sure if it had already been promised to one of our wholesale customers who has been wanting one for a while. If not, it's mine. Wee. It'll make a rocking night stand.
Hiding in the dining room in that picture is the bike that I've been test-riding for the past couple of days that I'm probably going to buy. The guy I'm buying it from is cool like that. It'll be so nice to have my own bike, I just have to get used to biking again. My legs haven't been to happy with me the past couple of days (have I ever mentioned that I live at the top of a not insignificant hill?) but I'll get used to it. I'm doing my best not to over-extend myself.
That's all for now. I'm going to go read a bit more of 'Heat' by Bill Buford, which I just got from the library yesterday and am quite enjoying. Almost a hundred pages in. An easy read but quite enjoyable. I think it's about time for a nap too, though, so I'm not sure how much reading I'll actually get done.
Oh, and have I mentioned how much I love farmers' markets? I bought THE BEST peaches Wednesday at the market. Honestly, probably the best peaches I've had in years. And they were grown in Maine of all places. Georgia ain't got nothing on these peaches.
One of my major problems with all the stuff I have--and I do my best to cull my pack rat tendencies--is that I don't have drawers or shelves to put it on. I haven't had a proper desk since 2001 when I moved out of rez. Until now.
A friend of mine had a going-away party on Wednesday. Her going away makes me sad. However, I acquired her quite nice roll-top desk, which makes me happy. I think it's going finally to pull my room together and make it something more than a sleeping chamber filled with crap.
Forthwith, pictures...
This is facing the wall opposite the closet. The door leads out into the dining room and that little blue blob in the lower right corner is my bed. On the left, obviously, are my windows. Stylin' desk, eh? Already stacked with clutter. I haven't sorted anything into the drawers of the desk yet, so a lot of that clutter will disappear eventually. Hiding behind the open door is my dresser.
This is taken from the opposite corner. My bed. My closet. My poster of Caspar David Friedrich's 'Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog', something I bought before heading off to university. It seemed appropriate then and still seems to apply now. Also, between the window and closet, above the heater, a drawing of the corner of St-Laurent and Des Pins. A christmas gift last year. :-)
This is the boring side of the room. Just my Canadian flag, a plant, and a Russian icon of John the Baptist, which was a birthday gift (I had originally planned to have my birthday party on St-Jean because it was the Saturday before, which is why my friend bought me the icon, but then I never had the party so the original intent of the gift was kind of moot. It's still pretty nifty, though. I think it came with a certificate of authenticity about it being hand-painted. But I'm not sure. It was written in Russian.) Hopefully, I'll soon have a night stand so that my alarm clock doesn't have to live on the floor (those plugs in the outlet are for my alarm clock and my phone charger). Your coffee trivia for today: Jamaican coffee does not ship in burlap bags like coffee from everywhere else does. It ships in barrels. Full barrels and half barrels. Generally, we buy our Jamaican coffee by the half barrel. There's not reason to hang on to the barrels after we've emptied them of the beans so I'm hoping to score one soon. There's one at the roastery right now, actually, but our roaster wasn't sure if it had already been promised to one of our wholesale customers who has been wanting one for a while. If not, it's mine. Wee. It'll make a rocking night stand.
Hiding in the dining room in that picture is the bike that I've been test-riding for the past couple of days that I'm probably going to buy. The guy I'm buying it from is cool like that. It'll be so nice to have my own bike, I just have to get used to biking again. My legs haven't been to happy with me the past couple of days (have I ever mentioned that I live at the top of a not insignificant hill?) but I'll get used to it. I'm doing my best not to over-extend myself.
That's all for now. I'm going to go read a bit more of 'Heat' by Bill Buford, which I just got from the library yesterday and am quite enjoying. Almost a hundred pages in. An easy read but quite enjoyable. I think it's about time for a nap too, though, so I'm not sure how much reading I'll actually get done.
Oh, and have I mentioned how much I love farmers' markets? I bought THE BEST peaches Wednesday at the market. Honestly, probably the best peaches I've had in years. And they were grown in Maine of all places. Georgia ain't got nothing on these peaches.
Isn't it ironic? Don't you think?
My McGill alumni email has a built-in spam filter and every couple of days I get an email of messages that it has quarantined as possible spam so I can make sure that nothing important has been flagged.
My mail program just flagged the quarantine message as potential spam.
My mail program just flagged the quarantine message as potential spam.
2006-08-30
'A blobby flame'
Ta-da!
I made a heart for a Japanese student yesterday and she giggled and said, 'Ooh! Pretty!'
I made a heart for a Japanese student yesterday and she giggled and said, 'Ooh! Pretty!'
2006-08-28
'A blobby flame'
They're playing the most obnoxious music at the café that I'm at right now that may or may not be Bjork.
Just thought I'd share.
Thank god for headphones and iTunes. Otherwise I'd have slit my wrists open twenty minutes ago.
I had a pretty good day in the office today. I did my usual Monday paperwork and then rewrote half of the espresso training manual. Also got to have a brief though informative talk with our roaster about our espresso blend as well as our espresso machines (we use fully manual lever machines: I didn't realise that all of the pressure was created by the rather large, spring-loaded piston. I had thought that the water from the boiler was also under some kind of pressure. But, no, just that large, spring-loaded piston is what creates the 9 bars of pressure necessary to make yummy 'spro.)
On our blend, he clarified some of the beans in it and what they contributed to the flavour profile. I mentioned to him that although I enjoyed our blend, I found it quite heavy in nut flavours. Nut, yes, but almond in particular he pointed out. And he suggested I try to look past the nut, too, because there ought to be some citrus notes in there. I didn't get the chance to pull myself any shots when I was at the shop later on because I'd already over-caffeneited myself for the day (as I tend to do when at the office) and I was more content to sip on some Yemen Mocca Sanani than hit the espresso. There's always tomorrow, though...
The art school shindig yesterday wasn't all that exciting. However, I made a sort of latte art yesterday when I made myself a cap before heading down to the event. I took a picture of it on my phone but I haven't yet transferred it to my computer so I can't post it here yet.
For the record, this is what I'm going for (and this is done only with free-pouring the milk, mind you...): click me...
And, other than that, nothing too new or exciting.
I'll try to post my attempt at latte art tomorrow. It's not a full rosetta. More like a blobby flame. But it's something. And I'm proud of it! :-D
Just thought I'd share.
Thank god for headphones and iTunes. Otherwise I'd have slit my wrists open twenty minutes ago.
I had a pretty good day in the office today. I did my usual Monday paperwork and then rewrote half of the espresso training manual. Also got to have a brief though informative talk with our roaster about our espresso blend as well as our espresso machines (we use fully manual lever machines: I didn't realise that all of the pressure was created by the rather large, spring-loaded piston. I had thought that the water from the boiler was also under some kind of pressure. But, no, just that large, spring-loaded piston is what creates the 9 bars of pressure necessary to make yummy 'spro.)
On our blend, he clarified some of the beans in it and what they contributed to the flavour profile. I mentioned to him that although I enjoyed our blend, I found it quite heavy in nut flavours. Nut, yes, but almond in particular he pointed out. And he suggested I try to look past the nut, too, because there ought to be some citrus notes in there. I didn't get the chance to pull myself any shots when I was at the shop later on because I'd already over-caffeneited myself for the day (as I tend to do when at the office) and I was more content to sip on some Yemen Mocca Sanani than hit the espresso. There's always tomorrow, though...
The art school shindig yesterday wasn't all that exciting. However, I made a sort of latte art yesterday when I made myself a cap before heading down to the event. I took a picture of it on my phone but I haven't yet transferred it to my computer so I can't post it here yet.
For the record, this is what I'm going for (and this is done only with free-pouring the milk, mind you...): click me...
And, other than that, nothing too new or exciting.
I'll try to post my attempt at latte art tomorrow. It's not a full rosetta. More like a blobby flame. But it's something. And I'm proud of it! :-D
2006-08-27
My Mind: An odd, odd place
I woke up this morning with Frank Sinatra's 'Almost Like Being In Love' stuck in my head. God only knows why. Trust me, I have no reason for it to be there.
I get to sit at a table this morning and hand out free travel mugs and coffee (as well as employment applications...hehe) to incoming art school students. I'm sure it'll be amusing if anything. I'm crossing my fingers for a hot grad student or two. You never know...
In other news, the weather has turned just to where I love it most: the late August cool down before September's Indian Summer. I really rather love fall. Winter I'm iffy on. I enjoy spring and, again, summer I'm iffy on. I don't do well with extreme heat--I don't think I could ever live in the South (I'm also not a big fan of conditioned air). Fall usually puts me in a good mood. It's always been back to school time, new beginnings, new things on the horizon. Last fall was a bit odd--my first fall that I wasn't going back to school--and I ended up doing a fair bit of soul searching. Not necessarily a bad thing.
This fall, though, comes after a summer of a lot of soul searching. I'm not sure I have many more depths to plumb right now so hopefully I can go into this fall with a fairly clearly head. We'll see.
I was at the bar last night enjoying a glass of wine and the ex showed up with some friends, only one of whom I knew. I ended up sitting down with them at a table for dessert. And it was okay. I was over-tired and not super social but it was still okay. I didn't freak out, I didn't want to run away, I didn't sit there and try to arrange in my head what it would be like if we were still together (okay, maybe I did a little, but that's okay, right? It was only a little...). Overall, it was quite a successful social interaction. I think I've finally gotten there. It only took six months. Incidentally, I've always noticed that it takes me about twice as long as I was in a relationship to get over the relationship, so this is about right. Anyone else have that same ratio or is it just me?
I'm off to caffeinate some art kids!
I get to sit at a table this morning and hand out free travel mugs and coffee (as well as employment applications...hehe) to incoming art school students. I'm sure it'll be amusing if anything. I'm crossing my fingers for a hot grad student or two. You never know...
In other news, the weather has turned just to where I love it most: the late August cool down before September's Indian Summer. I really rather love fall. Winter I'm iffy on. I enjoy spring and, again, summer I'm iffy on. I don't do well with extreme heat--I don't think I could ever live in the South (I'm also not a big fan of conditioned air). Fall usually puts me in a good mood. It's always been back to school time, new beginnings, new things on the horizon. Last fall was a bit odd--my first fall that I wasn't going back to school--and I ended up doing a fair bit of soul searching. Not necessarily a bad thing.
This fall, though, comes after a summer of a lot of soul searching. I'm not sure I have many more depths to plumb right now so hopefully I can go into this fall with a fairly clearly head. We'll see.
I was at the bar last night enjoying a glass of wine and the ex showed up with some friends, only one of whom I knew. I ended up sitting down with them at a table for dessert. And it was okay. I was over-tired and not super social but it was still okay. I didn't freak out, I didn't want to run away, I didn't sit there and try to arrange in my head what it would be like if we were still together (okay, maybe I did a little, but that's okay, right? It was only a little...). Overall, it was quite a successful social interaction. I think I've finally gotten there. It only took six months. Incidentally, I've always noticed that it takes me about twice as long as I was in a relationship to get over the relationship, so this is about right. Anyone else have that same ratio or is it just me?
I'm off to caffeinate some art kids!
2006-08-25
Update
Yes, I'm still alive.
Yes, I've been slacking on updating the blog recently.
I haven't had much to say.
Things aren't really new or exciting here in old, boring Portland.
Well, I guess that's not totally right. New, maybe not exciting.
I'm mixing up my schedule a bit starting next month: 3 days in the office, 2 days in the shop. I've recently had a love/hate thing going on with being in the shop, so probably it'll be good. I love just being there, being behind the bar but I've had little motivation to really keep on top of other things, to really do everything else that I'm expected to do. No one has called me on it, but if they did, I would fully own up to just barely doing what needs to get done when I'm there--according to my own standards for myself anyway.
The office thing will be good, I think. I'll be working on writing some training stuff and updating a lot of things. There's a bit of an on-going joke now: they don't want me to leave and I don't want to leave them, I just want them to move the company to another city.
As it stands, I've re-signed my lease through the end of May, so I'll be here at least that long. Maybe a touch longer. I have a wedding to go to in Colorado the end of next June and maybe I'll just combine a move out west--if that's what ends up happening--with a trek to the wedding. We'll see. It's an idea.
For the most part, things are just in a holding pattern here, I guess. It's about all I feel I can do right now. Professionally, I guess, I'm sort of moving forward, taking on more office responsibilities, but also still doing my best to learn all I can about coffee and espresso. As I'm writing this, I'm also half watching videos on YouTube about different ideas for various coffee drinks and the ever-ellusive latte art. I think I've not been able to master the latte art because we don't use whole milk at our shop--the fat content makes a big difference, I think. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, just do a YouTube or Flickr search on latte art. It's hott. That's right. Two t's.)
I just finished reading 'A Passage to India'. E. M. Forster's novels (among other authors', but his in particular) make me think that I was maybe born a hundred years too late. Maybe. Now I'm off to the library to return it and see if, in fact, Heat by Bill Buford is waiting for me. I just checked my record online and it didn't exactly say if it was or wasn't but I noticed that they have my street address wrong so I never would have gotten the hold notification. I hope it is waiting, because it looks like a lot of fun!
Yes, I've been slacking on updating the blog recently.
I haven't had much to say.
Things aren't really new or exciting here in old, boring Portland.
Well, I guess that's not totally right. New, maybe not exciting.
I'm mixing up my schedule a bit starting next month: 3 days in the office, 2 days in the shop. I've recently had a love/hate thing going on with being in the shop, so probably it'll be good. I love just being there, being behind the bar but I've had little motivation to really keep on top of other things, to really do everything else that I'm expected to do. No one has called me on it, but if they did, I would fully own up to just barely doing what needs to get done when I'm there--according to my own standards for myself anyway.
The office thing will be good, I think. I'll be working on writing some training stuff and updating a lot of things. There's a bit of an on-going joke now: they don't want me to leave and I don't want to leave them, I just want them to move the company to another city.
As it stands, I've re-signed my lease through the end of May, so I'll be here at least that long. Maybe a touch longer. I have a wedding to go to in Colorado the end of next June and maybe I'll just combine a move out west--if that's what ends up happening--with a trek to the wedding. We'll see. It's an idea.
For the most part, things are just in a holding pattern here, I guess. It's about all I feel I can do right now. Professionally, I guess, I'm sort of moving forward, taking on more office responsibilities, but also still doing my best to learn all I can about coffee and espresso. As I'm writing this, I'm also half watching videos on YouTube about different ideas for various coffee drinks and the ever-ellusive latte art. I think I've not been able to master the latte art because we don't use whole milk at our shop--the fat content makes a big difference, I think. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, just do a YouTube or Flickr search on latte art. It's hott. That's right. Two t's.)
I just finished reading 'A Passage to India'. E. M. Forster's novels (among other authors', but his in particular) make me think that I was maybe born a hundred years too late. Maybe. Now I'm off to the library to return it and see if, in fact, Heat by Bill Buford is waiting for me. I just checked my record online and it didn't exactly say if it was or wasn't but I noticed that they have my street address wrong so I never would have gotten the hold notification. I hope it is waiting, because it looks like a lot of fun!
2006-08-16
2006-08-15
Deep thoughts
I've come to the conclusion that your mid-twenties are a lot like your teenager years. Only worse.
There's a lot of the same trying to figure things out, who you are, where you're headed. Except that you don't have someone cooking your meals, doing your laundry or keeping a roof over your head.
Just a thought.
There's a lot of the same trying to figure things out, who you are, where you're headed. Except that you don't have someone cooking your meals, doing your laundry or keeping a roof over your head.
Just a thought.
2006-08-04
Long week, long weekend
It's been one of those weeks at work in general, not to mention the heat and our A/C dying a slow death as well as our ice machine. The A/C is fixed. The ice machine isn't.
I'm working tonight to make up for the fact that I'm not working Sunday since I'll be away for the wedding.
This shouldn't be too much of a problem except that it means that I have a million things to do, all this morning, before work. Pick up my tux, buy a card, pack, figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow for the rehearsal dinner, probably hem a pair of pants. Those last two should probably be done before I pack.
I know I won't sleep well tonight given that I'm travelling tomorrow. I'm just like that. I have to be on the 8.50 train out of Portland tomorrow morning which isn't so bad, but I'll have to get up fairly early to get my self together and get out of the house. I don't travel well. I'm always worried I'm forgetting something--and usually I'm worried that I'm forgetting something little that shouldn't really matter. But still I worry. Because I'm like that.
This whole wedding thing still seems really surreal to me. I don't think I'm quite ready for friends from high school to start getting married. I think it's because, in my mind, we're all still in high school. Even though we've all moved on, high school is the last context in which I spent a significant amount of time with these people and that's where they'll always exist in my mind.
Oy.
I've woken up an hour before my alarm and should probably go put this time to good use by trying to figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow.
I'm working tonight to make up for the fact that I'm not working Sunday since I'll be away for the wedding.
This shouldn't be too much of a problem except that it means that I have a million things to do, all this morning, before work. Pick up my tux, buy a card, pack, figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow for the rehearsal dinner, probably hem a pair of pants. Those last two should probably be done before I pack.
I know I won't sleep well tonight given that I'm travelling tomorrow. I'm just like that. I have to be on the 8.50 train out of Portland tomorrow morning which isn't so bad, but I'll have to get up fairly early to get my self together and get out of the house. I don't travel well. I'm always worried I'm forgetting something--and usually I'm worried that I'm forgetting something little that shouldn't really matter. But still I worry. Because I'm like that.
This whole wedding thing still seems really surreal to me. I don't think I'm quite ready for friends from high school to start getting married. I think it's because, in my mind, we're all still in high school. Even though we've all moved on, high school is the last context in which I spent a significant amount of time with these people and that's where they'll always exist in my mind.
Oy.
I've woken up an hour before my alarm and should probably go put this time to good use by trying to figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow.
2006-07-30
I'm a big kid now?
I just made a hotel reservation for a friend from high school's wedding that I'm in next weekend.
Does this mean I'm a grown-up now?
Kind of scary, isn't it?
Does this mean I'm a grown-up now?
Kind of scary, isn't it?
Anniversaries
I missed the official two year anniversary of this blog, which I first posted to on the 17th of July 2004. We'll just go for the month. Yay. mmm...gooey is two!
This past week was also my one year anniversary of working at the café. Woohoo!
This past week was also my one year anniversary of working at the café. Woohoo!
2006-07-29
Kitchen personality
Is anyone surprised by this? It somehow seems spot on...
The Whats In Your Kitchen Personality Test
You are a scoop of coffee with a crayon it in. You're naturally perky, and you tend to get distracted. You're entertained by simple things. You can't focus. You're rather carefree. You're annoying to some, and loved to death by others. You're a socialite. What can we say?
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The Whats In Your Kitchen Personality Test
You are a scoop of coffee with a crayon it in. You're naturally perky, and you tend to get distracted. You're entertained by simple things. You can't focus. You're rather carefree. You're annoying to some, and loved to death by others. You're a socialite. What can we say?
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