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Thursday, April 3rd, 2003
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12:51p - blessed are the cheesemakers
so yesterday i was reeeeeal hungover. pretty much bed-ridden for most of the day. had to make the round of potential apology calls. apparently, i was not a heinous bitch. but yeah. that, naturally, didn't make the physical symptoms disappear. you know when that one spot behind your ear is throbbing so hard you're convinced you're growing another head? yeah. that. watched the royal tenenbaums with the commentary. good stuff. then around three or so, i started to feel better. around four or so, i started to feel bored. so i did what i would usually do when bored on a saturday afternoon. i called a couple of friends and said "hey, do you wanna get dressed up all nice and go to canada?" to which they responded, "yeah, sure."
so that's what i did yesterday. got pimped out, hopped in a car and hit the road. and by the way, those guys at the border look at you all funny if you've got shiny stuff in your hair, six layers of eyeliner and you say that you want to cross the border for "dinner." can't imagine why. so anyway, we ended up cruising the streets looking for a restaurant, seeing as how we hadn't really thought the whole thing out ahead of time. we passed by the place called "c restaurant" and it was all shiny and modern and appropriately bourgie. everyone going in and coming out had touseled hair, glasses and kenneth cole shoes, so we figured we'd fit right in. so this is the thing: not that i advocate totally pretentious eateries, but OH MY GOD, this was the greatest restaurant *ever.* we did menu tasting, so we pretty much had some of everything they had and it was all so good, i swear i almost started crying a couple of times. and to be fair, the gorgonzola creme brulee was ill-conceived. but everything else...perfection. and all pretty on the plates too, you know, the little tower of food and artfully arranged asparagus spears and such. i may have drooled a smidge. i may have.
then i think bars may have occurred. mistakes were made. a hotel had to happen because there was no way we were making it back across that border. and by the way, do you know how hard it is to check into a hotel at like 1:00 on the morning? pretty fucking hard, i'll tell you that much. everyone looks at you like you're a hooker.
so i just got back this morning at like 11 and now i had to come into work which sucks a fat one. (who ever told you you had a fat one, lachance?)
"you're a racist, ma'am! a racist!"
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2:16p - dogface, i show you how soviet dies!
whoo-whee bobby. it's tom casey's birthday today. tom casey is the washington mutul cfo. he's one of the bigwigs. he's also kind of an asshole. everybody hates his everlovin' guts. i have had no opinion on the man until today. his birthday. when he invited all the dfo's and a person from their department to join him for lunch at rover's, which despite it's canine name, is actually a five-star french restaurant. we had one of those, what do you call 'em...an 8 course degustation...where they bring you 8 different mini-meals that are all bourgie-d out on the plates...stacked and arranged like flowers and...you get the picture. i'm not sure what all i ate, because i was usually too awed by the preparation to listen to the waitstaff, but i caught these words : sturgeon, caviar, confit, tartlette, perigord, truffle, guinea foul, mousseline, foie gras, squab, chatarelles, and partridge, yeah, partridge. i ate partridge. which, much to the chagrin of david cassidy, made me crave partridge. fortnightly. ooh, and then out came the dessert cart. i'm never going to eat again for as long as i live. and this time, i mean it.
so, basically, what i'm saying is that tom casey may be a mean son of a bitch, but he can pay for my hideously expensive, beautifully arranged french cuisine anytime. dammit.
in other news, i'm now counting the days till disneyland. yes, i'm going to disneyland for the first time since i was two and a half. it better be fucking good is all i can say, man. i mean, this is going on 21 years of anticipation. if anybody has any insider's tips for squeezing every last drop of magical fun out of that park, please send them my way and i shall be eternally grateful. you have until april 24th.
speaking of april, it's so my birthday next week and while your well-wishes are truly all you need send to remind me of your everlasting love, should you feel inclined to show your affection in a more tangible fashion, possible gift ideas include : chocolate, red accessories, swedish fish, david boreanaz, and a pony.
"you might also ask yourself, 'why does this cinder block have a long piece of string tied to it?"
current mood: energetic
current music: postal service
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