I snapped a selfie earlier about being wine drunk and my cousin-in-law (is that a thing?) replied to it with a chat. Apparently if you take a screenshot of the chat in snapchat it notifies the other person. Oops. I suck at technology. I'm good at drinking wine though.
After trip to the gyno with my mother, a funeral, and a healthy amount of work stress, I was looking forward to a weekend of going to see my daughter's volleyball tournament, knocking around the house, and knocking back a few bears. Instead, before I even arrive home on Friday night I consume a cheesesteak at a local restaurant that gives me unmistakable signs of food poisoning by 8 pm Friday night, and a weekend-long roller coaster ride of nausea, stomach cramps, and long session on the crapper.
Fck I hte google chrome I cannot for the life of me figure out how to get in browser spell check to work. Fucking fuck.
You missed out on all that fun, sorry to hear that. Actually I've been battling food poisoning or something for the last three days. It is not fun.
I am in charge of birthday cupcakes and gift cards. Yay tracking down 9 people for reimbursements... Happy Monday.
How come you're in charge of two things? If it were me I'd just ask you to make cupcakes because we all know you can cook.
There was a monthly birthday thing last month and I volunteered to make some sort of dessert, like, for example, brownies with walnuts. There is one vocal individual in the bunch who proclaimed very loudly that she does NOT mix nuts and dessert so I withdrew my offer. Looking back on it, it was a saving move on her part because I don't want to be responsible for birthday treats every month. The gift card is for Boss's Day which was apparently today. We decided it was easier to roll it into the birthday thing and collect money at once instead of 2 rounds of $2 each.
The gallery I work for hosted an art auction fundraiser for Hillary tonight and I volunteered to bartend. I also had to get there early and help set up because none of the other gallery people could get there until it started (a likely story) so I had a couple hours to hang around with these society ladies who run in all the political inner circles of the city. They didn't bother to learn my name so they just kept referring to me as "the gallerina" but I was pretty impressed with myself for my ability to fake shmooze with them. They all seemed to enjoy my banter. I felt like this the whole night:
Fans of the booty should seriously consider visiting some of the Dutch speaking countries. The Dutch love their bicycles, and it has seriously amazing consequences for the butts of practically every girl I see walking the streets. I mean, these aren't "I squat every day" booties, but I haven't seen a flat ass since arriving.
Been enjoying a nice day of getting some shit done and reliving music from high school. I had a huge crush on a girl that went to the local Catholic school (Regina Mundi), so this was my angsty retreat.
And you can't play this any way other than full fucking blast. On tape. On a Ghetto Blaster. (are we still allowed to call them that?)
And then there was the whole Miami Vice vibe... I feel an overwhelming desire to go dig up an Ocean Pacific jacket...
Trying to catch up with Westword, and the stupid power is out. Bah! I am entirely too dependent on electricity.
Good job Nett. Now I've spent the last hour and a half watching new wave videos on Youtube. This is my favorite OMD song. I would give my left nut to go back to 1985.