I can't even talk about it it's so upsetting and it, of coarse, involves extraordinarily stupid people intentionally making my life difficult. I'm also embarrassed that I actually lost sleep over how stupid and lazy these people are which makes me not so bright either. Well anyway, said matter is resolved and I'm moving on until the inevitable opportunity arises where I can be stupid and unhelpful and thereby extract my revenge.
Moving on.
Tuesday, Marc and Olga and I skipped out of work early (Sup's gone!) and went to early happy hour at Elliot's. They have oysters at 50 cents a piece starting at 3 and then they go up 20 cents every half hour until 6. It's alot of math so just get there at 3 like we did and order five dozen. Marc thought this might be excessive but Olga and I wondered if it would be enough. The couple next to us (that's two people) got a ginormous tray with SEVEN dozen. Fuck.
With the rolls and gin & tonics/beers, we managed and stumbled out satisfied. O & M went home to their young one and I walked back to the truck via Vivace.
"There's always room for desert!"
Now I'm stuffed but not as drunk. And now it's time to meet Steve at VW for climbing. I heard the other day that a woman got a DUI riding a horse! Seriously. Can you do anything while you're drunk?! Did I violate any laws on the evening in question? Should I be writing this down. I'm suddenly realizing why I didn't climb so well.
I have a chance to redeem myself today since we are going climbing after checking out the Burton sample sale to buy things we won't be able to enjoy until November if we're lucky. Exercises in delayed gratification, I'm told, are good for you..... like revenge.
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Just tell me who was bothering you and I will kick their ass. Don't think I won't do it.
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