I had gotten an email from Four Studio to attend a corporate happy hour. I emailed the gals and KDP, Blonde, and Sassy replied a resounding YES to the idea. Free drinks and apps. for an hour at a swanky/trendy LI hot spot? Why not?
We piled in to my car and drove on over.
The place was pretty crowded and the people gathered there were quite a bit older than our group. So, no hook-ups, no numbers. But, free drinks and an exchange of stories since I have not seen Blonde since late January and Sassy since late December. We talked, laughed, and,best of all, got to enjoy top-shelf cocktails!
Honu was doing something similar that same night. Blonde wanted to head on over but Sassy vetoed it and decided on Jackie Reilly's instead. So we went there for another hour and hung out while they grabbed another beer.
What came of the night? I figured out that we haul it over to Honu......20 minutes further north than Four and it is really the same crowd. What is the major difference between the two? Honu has access to other bars in the area but horrible parking while Four has complimentary valet but nothing else to go to when the crowd is not so hot.
I am opting for Four this summer...................especially when they open up for outside entertaining. Save the gas, go to Four.
Friday, March 28, 2008
CAT astrophe
I moved recently and am in the process of figuring out what is where and living out of bags, boxes, and piles. I am okay with it, but I am so lonely. And I figured it was time to bring along the cat. Sunny, my 27 lb shadow, was to have become "Commuter Kitty". He loves me dearly, but adores the family, too. So I wanted to do what all of those dog people do....have him go back-n-forth with me from the little house to my parents for dinner, tea, visits, etc.
I can not put him in a carrier, as he is too big and way too heavy for me to lift in one. So I bought him a harness and planned on walking him like one of those little dogs out to the car & then into the house. I bought a cat harness. Too small. So I exchanged it for a small dog collar. Still too small. That chunky needed a medium dog harness. Oh no!
I found him sleeping on his favorite blanket and thought it best to slip the harness on him at that moment. I then clipped on the leash and tried to make him get up and walk. Nope. I picked him up and put him on the floor. Where he rolled over like a huge water balloon. He reminded me of the little kids who you are holding and when you try to put them down they pick up their feet and its as if they have no legs. I tried for 5 minutes to get him up and walking. Nothing. He is the 300lb gorilla in the room.
I had to pick him up and carry him to the passenger seat. I put him in the car and ran around to the other side to get in. I started up the car and the wailing began. He cried all the way there & it was piercing......as if someone was beating him to death. He looked out the passenger side window and panicked. He tried to jump onto the dashboard and hit his head, landing back into the seat. He scrambled over onto me and tried to go up and onto the dash that way. I had to stop the car, put him on my lap, and then firmly hold him in place the rest of the way.
We arrived at the house and I, again, had to carry him in. When I put him down and spread the blanket that he loves so much onto the couch, he jumped right up and wouldn't move. I tried to coax him with food. Nothing. I tried a bowl of water. Nope. I wanted to give him kitten cookies. He wouldn't get up for them but yelled into the kitchen from where he was on the couch as if he wanted me to bring them in. So he ate them on the couch.
We settled in for the evening. If I got up....he got up. If I rolled over, he rolled with me. It was pitiful.
I had to leave him for 4 hours the next day to go to work............see how work is getting in the way?..............and I felt so guilty. I told my mom and she said he should come home. So I had to swing by to get her and driv eon over to the house. We went in and could not find him. He was under the bed and would not come out until he saw both of us and recognized the faces & voices. Oh so sad! Back on went the harness and mom had to carry him out..............for, once again, he acted as if he had no legs.
He rode on her lap all the way back and now won't leave her side. This is odd, as he usually does that with me. But, momis now the savior who brough him abck home from that wrethced palce where I had taken him.
So I am down one cat & rambling by myself now. Is there a lesosn in this Cat-astrophe? I am not sure yet. I'll fill you in if I find one.
I can not put him in a carrier, as he is too big and way too heavy for me to lift in one. So I bought him a harness and planned on walking him like one of those little dogs out to the car & then into the house. I bought a cat harness. Too small. So I exchanged it for a small dog collar. Still too small. That chunky needed a medium dog harness. Oh no!
I found him sleeping on his favorite blanket and thought it best to slip the harness on him at that moment. I then clipped on the leash and tried to make him get up and walk. Nope. I picked him up and put him on the floor. Where he rolled over like a huge water balloon. He reminded me of the little kids who you are holding and when you try to put them down they pick up their feet and its as if they have no legs. I tried for 5 minutes to get him up and walking. Nothing. He is the 300lb gorilla in the room.
I had to pick him up and carry him to the passenger seat. I put him in the car and ran around to the other side to get in. I started up the car and the wailing began. He cried all the way there & it was piercing......as if someone was beating him to death. He looked out the passenger side window and panicked. He tried to jump onto the dashboard and hit his head, landing back into the seat. He scrambled over onto me and tried to go up and onto the dash that way. I had to stop the car, put him on my lap, and then firmly hold him in place the rest of the way.
We arrived at the house and I, again, had to carry him in. When I put him down and spread the blanket that he loves so much onto the couch, he jumped right up and wouldn't move. I tried to coax him with food. Nothing. I tried a bowl of water. Nope. I wanted to give him kitten cookies. He wouldn't get up for them but yelled into the kitchen from where he was on the couch as if he wanted me to bring them in. So he ate them on the couch.
We settled in for the evening. If I got up....he got up. If I rolled over, he rolled with me. It was pitiful.
I had to leave him for 4 hours the next day to go to work............see how work is getting in the way?..............and I felt so guilty. I told my mom and she said he should come home. So I had to swing by to get her and driv eon over to the house. We went in and could not find him. He was under the bed and would not come out until he saw both of us and recognized the faces & voices. Oh so sad! Back on went the harness and mom had to carry him out..............for, once again, he acted as if he had no legs.
He rode on her lap all the way back and now won't leave her side. This is odd, as he usually does that with me. But, momis now the savior who brough him abck home from that wrethced palce where I had taken him.
So I am down one cat & rambling by myself now. Is there a lesosn in this Cat-astrophe? I am not sure yet. I'll fill you in if I find one.
Crak, Coffee, and KDP......a winning combination
So Wednesday night was when Crak and I were meeting for coffee. KDP had texted me asking what I was doing and I told her so she said she'd meet up with us later on.
I got to Starbucks and found Crak inside with her hot beverage and a bag of goodies. So I grabbed my usual and wanted to see what was in that bag. Yippee! TN stuff! Plans are in the works, but we have not discussed ANYTHING and plan on going in June. I don't think we have ever been this late with plans before.
She heard about my move & I heard about her dates. My only dating life. I am living vicariously through her right now when it comes to dating. Any advice for this part of my life? I was planning on signing up for Match........again.........after hearing that 60% of couples currently dating who are over the age of 25 have met via the internet. But then I heard (on the John Tesh program) that 35% of the people on dating sites currently, with pictures, are married and --- technically ---- looking to cheat. Great.
KDP arrived and the stories of skiing came out. We laughed. As always. That's why I hang out with these great women. I am always guaranteed to laugh. And, when it comes down to it, isn't that all we need?
See? Who needs to blow on dice when the odds of me having fun with friends over a simple cup of coffee is a guaranteed win every time!
I got to Starbucks and found Crak inside with her hot beverage and a bag of goodies. So I grabbed my usual and wanted to see what was in that bag. Yippee! TN stuff! Plans are in the works, but we have not discussed ANYTHING and plan on going in June. I don't think we have ever been this late with plans before.
She heard about my move & I heard about her dates. My only dating life. I am living vicariously through her right now when it comes to dating. Any advice for this part of my life? I was planning on signing up for Match........again.........after hearing that 60% of couples currently dating who are over the age of 25 have met via the internet. But then I heard (on the John Tesh program) that 35% of the people on dating sites currently, with pictures, are married and --- technically ---- looking to cheat. Great.
KDP arrived and the stories of skiing came out. We laughed. As always. That's why I hang out with these great women. I am always guaranteed to laugh. And, when it comes down to it, isn't that all we need?
See? Who needs to blow on dice when the odds of me having fun with friends over a simple cup of coffee is a guaranteed win every time!
Blowin' Dice
If you read Crak's entry, then you understand why I am posting this. I wasn't planning on it, but I have been thrust into the situation.
Crak & I have not seen eachother nor have we really chatted much lately due to schedules. I called her on my way to the Farm on Wednesday to confirm for coffee later on that evening. I was five minutes behind schedule and racing like a madwoman to the campus. While we chatted, I made the comment that I am finding this whole "work thing" to be getting in the way of me living. You know, truly living. Getting ready to go, taking books and papers, finding parking (in Guam I might add), and then schlepping all the way in to a classroom to discuss poetry is just not doing it for me right now. Don't get me wrong: I LUV my Farm kids. They are great. I enjoy talking with them, discussing poems with them, and having random tangents as a group. But I have no energy for it anymore.
I am not sure what I want to be when I grow up.
So it went from there. I said something about winning the lottery. And then I think it went to becoming a personal shopper for someone......because I like shopping and I would have no trouble using someone else's money to assist them in buying the right presents for friends, famly, and special persons. Crak pointed out that they may even throw something my way every now and then. Nice!
And then it segwayed to going to Vegas or AC and trying to attach myself to a high roller/whale and asking if I could be the girl who blows on their dice before rolling it in a craps game (or any game that involves dice). And it went down from there......the conversation....PERVS! How? I am not sure. How well would it work for me to stand on the LVB with a sandwich board that says "I'll blow on your dice for ya". Yeah. Needs work. Lots of work.
Any advice? Suggestions? About the job thing..........not the dice or the blowing on them.
Crak & I have not seen eachother nor have we really chatted much lately due to schedules. I called her on my way to the Farm on Wednesday to confirm for coffee later on that evening. I was five minutes behind schedule and racing like a madwoman to the campus. While we chatted, I made the comment that I am finding this whole "work thing" to be getting in the way of me living. You know, truly living. Getting ready to go, taking books and papers, finding parking (in Guam I might add), and then schlepping all the way in to a classroom to discuss poetry is just not doing it for me right now. Don't get me wrong: I LUV my Farm kids. They are great. I enjoy talking with them, discussing poems with them, and having random tangents as a group. But I have no energy for it anymore.
I am not sure what I want to be when I grow up.
So it went from there. I said something about winning the lottery. And then I think it went to becoming a personal shopper for someone......because I like shopping and I would have no trouble using someone else's money to assist them in buying the right presents for friends, famly, and special persons. Crak pointed out that they may even throw something my way every now and then. Nice!
And then it segwayed to going to Vegas or AC and trying to attach myself to a high roller/whale and asking if I could be the girl who blows on their dice before rolling it in a craps game (or any game that involves dice). And it went down from there......the conversation....PERVS! How? I am not sure. How well would it work for me to stand on the LVB with a sandwich board that says "I'll blow on your dice for ya". Yeah. Needs work. Lots of work.
Any advice? Suggestions? About the job thing..........not the dice or the blowing on them.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Fresita-licious!
I bought a bottle of a sparkling strawberry wine a few weeks ago & was saving it for a special occassion. I'm not sure, anymore, what constitutes a 'special occassion' and found myself wanting to open it today for no other reason that I wanted to.
Oh. My. Goodness.
It was soooooooooooo yummy. A chilled wine that is gorgeous in color and in aroma, this bottle had sold itself. The packaging alone is festive. It was a frosted bittle lottle with pretty reddish liquid inside and red foil covering the top. The minute I opened it, I was hit with a fragrance of fresh-picked strawberries.
It bubbles and fizzes and those bubbles release more of the fresh summertime scent.
I enjoyed it in a little aperitif glass and now I yearn for the long, warm, endless days that will soon lay ahead with me sipping this chilled wine of choice.
Oh. My. Goodness.
It was soooooooooooo yummy. A chilled wine that is gorgeous in color and in aroma, this bottle had sold itself. The packaging alone is festive. It was a frosted bittle lottle with pretty reddish liquid inside and red foil covering the top. The minute I opened it, I was hit with a fragrance of fresh-picked strawberries.
It bubbles and fizzes and those bubbles release more of the fresh summertime scent.
I enjoyed it in a little aperitif glass and now I yearn for the long, warm, endless days that will soon lay ahead with me sipping this chilled wine of choice.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Fear & Loathing In L.I.
Have I mentioned how much I despise my students? I received email afer scathing email this past week from those who "were not satisfied" with their grades and how they "already contacted the dean because she will do the right thing".
Was 'doing the right thing' doing the work that had been assigned at a collegiate level?
Was 'doing the right thing' keeping up with posts that would be worth 40% of your final grade? Would 'doing the right thing' be having read the syllabus and knowing fully the responsibilities to earn the grade of your desire?
Would 'doing the right thing' include reading the seven announcements, the two extra ones strictly for posting, and the two emails that told you as a class that you were not even close to earning the 40%?
Would 'doing the right thing' be contacting me when your midterm eval was an "F"?
Would 'doing the right thing' maybe be contacting me with an appropriate worded email as opposed to the nasty ones I received?
Would 'doing the right thing' be the dean not entertaining the students (I use that term-students- VERY loosely) and sending the students back to me to discuss the situation first?
I have been summoned to the provost's office at 11:30 Monday morning. This doens't look well for me.....I did my job, have copies of the announcements, emails I sent, and the syllabus that was posted the first week. I have copies of the students' emails. I did my job and I did it well. Yet it will be me who pays a huge price tomorrow. I may be jumping the gun. They may just warn me to not have such high standards next time. They may pressure me to change the grades. That isn't good in that it undermines me completely as a professional. I'd be sunk each semester simply because people would be able to say "Oh, you don't like it that you did not do any work and she had the nerve to fail you? Take it to the provost...he'll do the right thing". They may remove me at the end of the semester. They may remove me now.
The waiting game is taking its toll on my sanity.
Ever want to just run away? Wanna come with me?
Was 'doing the right thing' doing the work that had been assigned at a collegiate level?
Was 'doing the right thing' keeping up with posts that would be worth 40% of your final grade? Would 'doing the right thing' be having read the syllabus and knowing fully the responsibilities to earn the grade of your desire?
Would 'doing the right thing' include reading the seven announcements, the two extra ones strictly for posting, and the two emails that told you as a class that you were not even close to earning the 40%?
Would 'doing the right thing' be contacting me when your midterm eval was an "F"?
Would 'doing the right thing' maybe be contacting me with an appropriate worded email as opposed to the nasty ones I received?
Would 'doing the right thing' be the dean not entertaining the students (I use that term-students- VERY loosely) and sending the students back to me to discuss the situation first?
I have been summoned to the provost's office at 11:30 Monday morning. This doens't look well for me.....I did my job, have copies of the announcements, emails I sent, and the syllabus that was posted the first week. I have copies of the students' emails. I did my job and I did it well. Yet it will be me who pays a huge price tomorrow. I may be jumping the gun. They may just warn me to not have such high standards next time. They may pressure me to change the grades. That isn't good in that it undermines me completely as a professional. I'd be sunk each semester simply because people would be able to say "Oh, you don't like it that you did not do any work and she had the nerve to fail you? Take it to the provost...he'll do the right thing". They may remove me at the end of the semester. They may remove me now.
The waiting game is taking its toll on my sanity.
Ever want to just run away? Wanna come with me?
Is She Kidding?
So the prostitute at the center for the Spitzer scandal is upset that her Myspace photos were published in newspapers? Is she for real?
And the media is making repeated statements how she "stands to make a fortune over this whole incident". The one being that she is the 'girl who brought down the governor'. Ummmm......is everyone forgetting that what she was doing while she 'brought him down' was, and still is, illegal? Should she be able to make more than she already has from her....cough cough.......business?
I am not passing comments on her looks, as so many have.
But I am going to say that it is pathetic when a 22-year old can make such a life choice, roll the way she did, get upset over the media attention , and then laugh all the way to the bank while two of her songs get air play & are being downloaded at alarming rates. She is making $.70 off of each $1.00 song purchase, by the way.
Side note: I have to stop listening to Z100 now because of their lack of morals/common sense in this situation.
Go home, little girl, to your well-to-do family life. Put your clothes on. Find some morals. And stop whining about the media when you made it clear to many who knew you that you wanted to be famous anyway. Well, sweetie, you got it!
And the media is making repeated statements how she "stands to make a fortune over this whole incident". The one being that she is the 'girl who brought down the governor'. Ummmm......is everyone forgetting that what she was doing while she 'brought him down' was, and still is, illegal? Should she be able to make more than she already has from her....cough cough.......business?
I am not passing comments on her looks, as so many have.
But I am going to say that it is pathetic when a 22-year old can make such a life choice, roll the way she did, get upset over the media attention , and then laugh all the way to the bank while two of her songs get air play & are being downloaded at alarming rates. She is making $.70 off of each $1.00 song purchase, by the way.
Side note: I have to stop listening to Z100 now because of their lack of morals/common sense in this situation.
Go home, little girl, to your well-to-do family life. Put your clothes on. Find some morals. And stop whining about the media when you made it clear to many who knew you that you wanted to be famous anyway. Well, sweetie, you got it!
Monday, March 10, 2008
Loathing
Session I ended this past week. I stayed up Friday night when I got home and Saturday night, too, to grade finals and post grades. And now the bombardment of emails has arrived. The online class required 3 posts per week. My students did not do that. That portion was worth 40% of their grade. It was in the syllabus, announced each week, and two major emails had been sent out. I am now getting "YOU should have told me", "YOU never said anything to me", "as the instructor, you should have reminded me", and tons of "This is being forwarded to ________" you name it they are sending it.
I hate it. I am worth more than this job. I just don't know what I want to be when I grow up so I am stuck.
I hate it. I am worth more than this job. I just don't know what I want to be when I grow up so I am stuck.
No Word From
I have not spoken with Cowboy since January. I did, however, hear from him on Valentine's Day when he sent me a text wishing me a happy one. I had sent it back saying the same.
I thought, for sure, I'd get one for my birthday. Nope. Not one. No email. No text. Nothing.
I found that strange. I am not sure why. I didn't want to hear from him but I was upset that I didn't. I am so confused.
I don't think that I'd feel any different even if I were involved with someone. He is a person I thought I'd have in my life forever......in some capacity. I was wrong.
It's sad when you finally know that it is the end.
I thought, for sure, I'd get one for my birthday. Nope. Not one. No email. No text. Nothing.
I found that strange. I am not sure why. I didn't want to hear from him but I was upset that I didn't. I am so confused.
I don't think that I'd feel any different even if I were involved with someone. He is a person I thought I'd have in my life forever......in some capacity. I was wrong.
It's sad when you finally know that it is the end.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
NYC WIne Expo -- In Attendance (if I remember correctly)
170 wineries.
600 wines.
So. Many. Samples.
Having volunteered the night before gave me two free tickets to attend the wine expo. My dad makes his own wine and would want to go. My mom can not be left out, so they bought one ticket and happily staked claim to my other ticket. $90 per ticket is too rich for their blood, too.
We caught a 12:20 train into the city.......ugh day 3......and the ticket guy came around to punch our tickets. He did so and then looks at me and says "I know you". I am learning to despise those words. I looked up & sure enough, it was a student I had in 2001-02. Wow. So old am I.
He asked me how I was, introduced himself to my parents, and sat down to ask me what I thought about grad. schools and which would I reccommend. He would get up at each station, peak out the door, as per job responsibility, and then punch tickets quickly and sit back down to chat. I had him for two semesters and could barely get a word out of him. He chatted all the way to Jamaica! I was dying a thousand deaths inside.
When we arrived at Penn, we decided to take a cab to the Javits Center due to all of that rain we had teeming down. My mother has never taken a NYC taxi in her life. Doesn't it just sound fitting that we were only two blocks away from Penn when a cabbie flies up next to our driver and starts cursing him out? Our cabbie responds and the other driver threw something hard out of his window and into the face of our guy! Our driver yells "I will punish you now!" and begins to speed. We thought, for sure, that we were going to be in some insane cabbie chase, but it was coincidence that we were headed the same direction. It's only four majoy blocks to the J.C. Why can't it be uneventful?
Anyway, we got there at 1:45 for the 2:00 start. We were ready with a bottle of water, a notepad and pen and knew to start on the right side. They let us in and we grabbed our complimentary wine glasses and headed off to the first aisle.
I won't go into details, but I sampled approximately 100 of the wines. I found some amazing dessert wines and even a red that will go great with anything from steak (if I ate it) to pizza (if I ate that).
We left when the event ended.....6:00. There were so many adults tripping, stumbling, vomiting, and holding onto walls/chairs/tables that it wasn't funny. These are adults! I can understand if it was the combination of wine made them ill, but if it was just the consumption of wine....which for most it was.....that is so sad.
We walked back to Penn and stopped in at Kabooz..............a fitting name for this day......and grabbed dinner. Our train was at 7:20 and we got home some time after 8p.m. I was exhausted. Did I have to tell you that? I am already on the list to be notified to sign up for a coveted spot among the 19 volunteers next year!
I hear that the J.C. does a food expo in June or July. I wonder if they need any help for that.
600 wines.
So. Many. Samples.
Having volunteered the night before gave me two free tickets to attend the wine expo. My dad makes his own wine and would want to go. My mom can not be left out, so they bought one ticket and happily staked claim to my other ticket. $90 per ticket is too rich for their blood, too.
We caught a 12:20 train into the city.......ugh day 3......and the ticket guy came around to punch our tickets. He did so and then looks at me and says "I know you". I am learning to despise those words. I looked up & sure enough, it was a student I had in 2001-02. Wow. So old am I.
He asked me how I was, introduced himself to my parents, and sat down to ask me what I thought about grad. schools and which would I reccommend. He would get up at each station, peak out the door, as per job responsibility, and then punch tickets quickly and sit back down to chat. I had him for two semesters and could barely get a word out of him. He chatted all the way to Jamaica! I was dying a thousand deaths inside.
When we arrived at Penn, we decided to take a cab to the Javits Center due to all of that rain we had teeming down. My mother has never taken a NYC taxi in her life. Doesn't it just sound fitting that we were only two blocks away from Penn when a cabbie flies up next to our driver and starts cursing him out? Our cabbie responds and the other driver threw something hard out of his window and into the face of our guy! Our driver yells "I will punish you now!" and begins to speed. We thought, for sure, that we were going to be in some insane cabbie chase, but it was coincidence that we were headed the same direction. It's only four majoy blocks to the J.C. Why can't it be uneventful?
Anyway, we got there at 1:45 for the 2:00 start. We were ready with a bottle of water, a notepad and pen and knew to start on the right side. They let us in and we grabbed our complimentary wine glasses and headed off to the first aisle.
I won't go into details, but I sampled approximately 100 of the wines. I found some amazing dessert wines and even a red that will go great with anything from steak (if I ate it) to pizza (if I ate that).
We left when the event ended.....6:00. There were so many adults tripping, stumbling, vomiting, and holding onto walls/chairs/tables that it wasn't funny. These are adults! I can understand if it was the combination of wine made them ill, but if it was just the consumption of wine....which for most it was.....that is so sad.
We walked back to Penn and stopped in at Kabooz..............a fitting name for this day......and grabbed dinner. Our train was at 7:20 and we got home some time after 8p.m. I was exhausted. Did I have to tell you that? I am already on the list to be notified to sign up for a coveted spot among the 19 volunteers next year!
I hear that the J.C. does a food expo in June or July. I wonder if they need any help for that.
NYC WIne Expo--Volunteer Night
It was Friday night and I had to hop a train back into the city at 3:22 to make it to the Javits Center by 4:30. It was the First Wine Expo being held there & I was dying to attend. I had looked at the webiste and found that tickets were $90 a piece. Too rich for my blood. But then I saw this tiny link at the bottom that asked for volunteers. What was the reward? Two tickets to the event for the next day. Yippee! So I signed up to work the will-call booth.
I got there a few minutes early and thank goodness I did. That place is so huge & it's even bigger when you do not know any more than the name of the person you must check in with. I found her in under 10 minutes and was escorted to my spot. At 4:45, another woman came over with the two boxes of envelopes/tickets that I was to distribute as people checked in. She then gave me another 100 that had to be added to the boxes alphabetically......by last name. She explained this so slowly and carefully to me. I was laughing so hard inside but just nodded eagerly so that she knew I understood. I wanted to say "Hey. I teach English at the college level" but know that she must get some real winners when they host this in Boston and D.C. I didn't take offense to it in the least, but she looked so concerned that the directions may be too hard for me to grasp. Heeheehee. Her other concern was that I complete this task by 6:00. It was 4:45. Yeah. I think I can handle it.
I was left alone at the booth to do this. Ten minutes later, some woman comes up and says "I need to leave these here for my friend". I was a bit confused, as I was placed here to hand OUT tickets.....not take. And I had no place to put them........no extra envelopes in which to store them. So I said "Well, I'm not sure. Let me just check with....." and that is when Samantha, from Wine Spectator magazine, said "Is everybody here an idiot?". Okay okay. Normal Grotter reaction would be to blow this woman out of the water. But, Volunteer Grotter said "Hi. I'm a volunteer and have only been here 10 minutes. Let me see what I can do". So I went & found the woman who seated me earlier and she gave me extra envelopes so that I could hold stupid Samantha Wine Spectator's tickets.
Less than twenty minutes later, a man from one of the wineries comes up and says "Do you have the tickets Tracy so-n-so promised me?" Huh? I asked him if he had checked in with the Trade side. He, very rudely, grunted that he had and they sent him to me. I asked for his name and did not find tickets there. I asked for the names of the people he was bringing as guests and there were no tickets under those names either. So I took him to another woman. She had a laptop & could look at the list of comp. tickets. She asked him what day were they for...Friday or Saturday. He looked at me and said "Consumer tickets." I then explained to him that "We have tickets for Friday or for Saturday. Which day did you reserve?" He yelled, threw up his hands, and stormed off. EEK! A guy trying to scam free tickets!!! Evil!
Things were pretty slow until close to 7. That is when the line formed at my booth and I was ransacking those boxes like a mad woman. I greeted each person & smiled.....chatted a moment and sent them on their happy, soon to be drunk, way. So many men. Oh so many. And many asking if I'd be in there with them. I had to (sadly) decline and point out that I'd be attending the next day. There were some skeevy old guys, too, who asked the same question. I happily told them I was going the next day....when they wouldn't be there.
Speaking of skeevy old guys, I had a break and walked in to plan my method of attack for the next day. While I was in there, a scary old guy stops me and says "Hey Grotter" (I hate nametags). I smiled back and said hi. He said "How's it going?" I said "fine". He said "I remember you. You gave me my tickets." I said "Yes. I did". He said "Wow! You did a really good job with that, too." I gave him two thumbs-up and said "I'm going to get some cheese & crackers now" and quickly walked away.
The evening went fast and smooth. Until Samantha Wine Spectator came back. She holds up two more tickets and says "I'm leaving these". I gave her an envelope and asked her to write on it last name, first name. She writes it first name, last name and then underlines....five times.....the initial in the last name. I was dying to look at her and say "Who is the idiot?" but I didn't.
I was released from my duties at 10:00 and made the walk back to Penn. I waited until 11:00 for my parents to meet me there. They had seen "Mary Poppins" and I figured it'd be best to grab a ride home on the train & then car with them.
I rolled in after midnight exhausted and wondering just how people who do this whole commute to the city thing every day for work survive? Granted, I worked both days and then went in, but my trips were for fun! Not work & stress. So I still can't wrap my brain around it.
I got there a few minutes early and thank goodness I did. That place is so huge & it's even bigger when you do not know any more than the name of the person you must check in with. I found her in under 10 minutes and was escorted to my spot. At 4:45, another woman came over with the two boxes of envelopes/tickets that I was to distribute as people checked in. She then gave me another 100 that had to be added to the boxes alphabetically......by last name. She explained this so slowly and carefully to me. I was laughing so hard inside but just nodded eagerly so that she knew I understood. I wanted to say "Hey. I teach English at the college level" but know that she must get some real winners when they host this in Boston and D.C. I didn't take offense to it in the least, but she looked so concerned that the directions may be too hard for me to grasp. Heeheehee. Her other concern was that I complete this task by 6:00. It was 4:45. Yeah. I think I can handle it.
I was left alone at the booth to do this. Ten minutes later, some woman comes up and says "I need to leave these here for my friend". I was a bit confused, as I was placed here to hand OUT tickets.....not take. And I had no place to put them........no extra envelopes in which to store them. So I said "Well, I'm not sure. Let me just check with....." and that is when Samantha, from Wine Spectator magazine, said "Is everybody here an idiot?". Okay okay. Normal Grotter reaction would be to blow this woman out of the water. But, Volunteer Grotter said "Hi. I'm a volunteer and have only been here 10 minutes. Let me see what I can do". So I went & found the woman who seated me earlier and she gave me extra envelopes so that I could hold stupid Samantha Wine Spectator's tickets.
Less than twenty minutes later, a man from one of the wineries comes up and says "Do you have the tickets Tracy so-n-so promised me?" Huh? I asked him if he had checked in with the Trade side. He, very rudely, grunted that he had and they sent him to me. I asked for his name and did not find tickets there. I asked for the names of the people he was bringing as guests and there were no tickets under those names either. So I took him to another woman. She had a laptop & could look at the list of comp. tickets. She asked him what day were they for...Friday or Saturday. He looked at me and said "Consumer tickets." I then explained to him that "We have tickets for Friday or for Saturday. Which day did you reserve?" He yelled, threw up his hands, and stormed off. EEK! A guy trying to scam free tickets!!! Evil!
Things were pretty slow until close to 7. That is when the line formed at my booth and I was ransacking those boxes like a mad woman. I greeted each person & smiled.....chatted a moment and sent them on their happy, soon to be drunk, way. So many men. Oh so many. And many asking if I'd be in there with them. I had to (sadly) decline and point out that I'd be attending the next day. There were some skeevy old guys, too, who asked the same question. I happily told them I was going the next day....when they wouldn't be there.
Speaking of skeevy old guys, I had a break and walked in to plan my method of attack for the next day. While I was in there, a scary old guy stops me and says "Hey Grotter" (I hate nametags). I smiled back and said hi. He said "How's it going?" I said "fine". He said "I remember you. You gave me my tickets." I said "Yes. I did". He said "Wow! You did a really good job with that, too." I gave him two thumbs-up and said "I'm going to get some cheese & crackers now" and quickly walked away.
The evening went fast and smooth. Until Samantha Wine Spectator came back. She holds up two more tickets and says "I'm leaving these". I gave her an envelope and asked her to write on it last name, first name. She writes it first name, last name and then underlines....five times.....the initial in the last name. I was dying to look at her and say "Who is the idiot?" but I didn't.
I was released from my duties at 10:00 and made the walk back to Penn. I waited until 11:00 for my parents to meet me there. They had seen "Mary Poppins" and I figured it'd be best to grab a ride home on the train & then car with them.
I rolled in after midnight exhausted and wondering just how people who do this whole commute to the city thing every day for work survive? Granted, I worked both days and then went in, but my trips were for fun! Not work & stress. So I still can't wrap my brain around it.
Sheckys. That's All I Have To Say.
Tuesday and Wednesday were blurs with work & meetings and grades because Session I was ending Thursday night. And I wouldn't be there. I would be on my way to the Puck Building to enjoy a Girls' Night Out with ..........none other than Mom. She has watched me empty out bag after bag from Sheckys and Rooftop parties and wanted a bag of her own. So I got the two-for-one deal and it was one of her Christmas presents.
We headed in on a 5:25 train and got to Sheckys close to 6:30. UGH! Only three and a half hours of drinking time? I told mom we'd have to catch up to the others. I shuffled her through and around to get to the elevator so that we'd be whisked up to the 7th floor to get our goody bags as soon as possible. I have seen that they run out of things that were in the early bags and I would like to get as much free stuff as I can.....for myself....to pass on...whatever.
NEW BAGS! They billed this Shecky's as the one to have new bags. We have three of the old white one and did not need any more of that. Crak had attended on Tues. night and she texted me that she had received, yet again, the old white bag. No new bag & no clue as to whether or not it would look like the advertisement. I got there and saw them putting the old bag....filled with lots of stuff......into the brand new brown bags. So we got two bags, one filled with stuff. Mom had a ball. She had her bags and then began to try the dirnks. She is a lot like me. She wants to try new things and know what she's doing when she orders things out. And, yet, does not want to pay for something she isn't sure she will like or something that will taste really bad. That is why this event is so fun. You can try drinks you have never had & see if you like them....all for one price. She started with a Chambord Margarita. She said it was good but sipped my chambord martini and liked it a lot better. The Lion, whom Crak has been following at these events, was the one mixing and making and pouring. So I got a glimpse of him, too. Meh--he's okay. Not my type. But it's nice to see that he's now a staple at these events.
We walked down an aisle, finished the chambord and moved on to Bacardi. I had their strawberry mix while mom had the mojito. Mmmmm........aisle two and three done.
We then went downstairs and went to the smaller room. There we were able to get a seat at the Bud/Michelob tasting and had their new raspberry pomogranite beer, with fresh raspberries to add to the taste, their grapefruit beer with a chunk of brie, a light beer with a sharp white cheddar, and an amber (too strong for me) with a mild swiss. All were so good.
Mom and I moved on to the Finlandia set-up and had a good time there.
We left around 9:30 to catch a train home. We got in around 11:30 and collapsed. She commented on not knowing how we (meaning me & friends) do this whole commute thing after working & then go to work the next day. Hmmm.....she had no trouble getting up & out before 7am to be on time.
Looks like mom is one of the 'girls' after all.
We headed in on a 5:25 train and got to Sheckys close to 6:30. UGH! Only three and a half hours of drinking time? I told mom we'd have to catch up to the others. I shuffled her through and around to get to the elevator so that we'd be whisked up to the 7th floor to get our goody bags as soon as possible. I have seen that they run out of things that were in the early bags and I would like to get as much free stuff as I can.....for myself....to pass on...whatever.
NEW BAGS! They billed this Shecky's as the one to have new bags. We have three of the old white one and did not need any more of that. Crak had attended on Tues. night and she texted me that she had received, yet again, the old white bag. No new bag & no clue as to whether or not it would look like the advertisement. I got there and saw them putting the old bag....filled with lots of stuff......into the brand new brown bags. So we got two bags, one filled with stuff. Mom had a ball. She had her bags and then began to try the dirnks. She is a lot like me. She wants to try new things and know what she's doing when she orders things out. And, yet, does not want to pay for something she isn't sure she will like or something that will taste really bad. That is why this event is so fun. You can try drinks you have never had & see if you like them....all for one price. She started with a Chambord Margarita. She said it was good but sipped my chambord martini and liked it a lot better. The Lion, whom Crak has been following at these events, was the one mixing and making and pouring. So I got a glimpse of him, too. Meh--he's okay. Not my type. But it's nice to see that he's now a staple at these events.
We walked down an aisle, finished the chambord and moved on to Bacardi. I had their strawberry mix while mom had the mojito. Mmmmm........aisle two and three done.
We then went downstairs and went to the smaller room. There we were able to get a seat at the Bud/Michelob tasting and had their new raspberry pomogranite beer, with fresh raspberries to add to the taste, their grapefruit beer with a chunk of brie, a light beer with a sharp white cheddar, and an amber (too strong for me) with a mild swiss. All were so good.
Mom and I moved on to the Finlandia set-up and had a good time there.
We left around 9:30 to catch a train home. We got in around 11:30 and collapsed. She commented on not knowing how we (meaning me & friends) do this whole commute thing after working & then go to work the next day. Hmmm.....she had no trouble getting up & out before 7am to be on time.
Looks like mom is one of the 'girls' after all.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
AC BABY!
Happy 33 to me!
This post has taken forever to write & you will read why later on in the others.
Okay......on the road at 9:30 to head over to pick up KDP & begin the 3 hour drive down to AC. I got to her by 10 & she threw her stuff in the car & off we went. The drive was simple and smooth.....no incidents, traffic, or stops along the way. Except for Tom's River so that we could go to Build a Bear. Bearamy does not have a NJ shirt & needed one for his collection and KDP was dying to stuff the Lucky Clovers bear for St. Patrick's Day. The mall was located right off of the GSP and we jetted in for 20 minutes.
We got to AC at 1:30 and headed straight for the Tropicana. We were meeting my parents there, who wanted to go to AC for the day & would wander around with us until after dinner.
We parked in the first garage we found for the hotel and went inside. Hmmmm........we saw a beautiful atrium, a staircase & escalators, and restauratns & bars galore. But no Reception area to check in. We spun around for a few minutes and then just decided to walk through the mall that lay ahead. We passed stores galore and the into the casino. Still no Registration. And no parents.
We finally found it and them and checked in. I thought it would be dead, but I was so wrong. There had to be 15 groups/families checking in infront of us. And the line only got longer as we stood there. We didn't wait long, though, as they had plenty of people on staff to handle the crowd. But who in the world goes to AC on a Sunday in March? Apparently, everyone does.
We checked in, met my parents, and checked out the hotel a little bit. But it was soooooo nice outside that we thought it best to walk the Boardwalk while it was still light out & comfortable enough to without being bundled up.
We headed down to Trump's and Caesars (another Trump place) and the new Caesar's (very upscale) Mall. They have cleaned it up so nice! The last time I was there it was sticky, creepy, and trashy. Now it is a touch of Vegas here on the East Coast. We window-shopped for awhile and then decided it would be best to eat an early dinner, as mom & dad had to drive home that same evening.
We sat & chatted & they caught up with KDP about her niece, her new home, and her job with her 'babies'. She told such funny stories and had them laughing the entire time.
Close to 6:30 they were ready to head home. I love the fact that they came & had fun with us & were willing to drive all the way home that same night. My parents are troopers.
KDP & I went back to the mall to shop a bit. We wandered through the casino, too, and saw multitudes of men. And then we saw how dark it was & realized how far of a walk we had back....so by 8:30 we were going back to the Tropicana. We still had't taken our luggage out of the car & to the room so we had to walk the entire way through the hotel and the garage and now balance all that we had back to the room.
We crashed in our very nice.....very spacious room......for a half hour. Then it was time to get ready, drink in the room, and head out to the bars & casino floor.
We checked out a few bars & settled on a karoake bar that had a few people hanging out in there. I had a Hot Tub Martini, which consisted of chambord, champagne, and stoli vodka. It went down very easy. People sang anything in this animal print, chaos pattern room from "I Wanna Come Over" to "Tan Shoes with Pink Shoelaces". Sad to say, I knew them all & sang along from my stool. KDP thinks I am crazy, but I always point out that if I had as much knowledge stored in my head as I do nonsense, I'd be scary--mensa smart. Too bad it's 1960s lyrics.
Around midnight we hit the game floor. We wandered all around....seeing lots of cute....but very married......men. Lots of wedding rings all over the place. We gambled on the slots until 2. I broke even. Yippee! That's a lot better than losing....which I was until I found my all-time favorite machine. It helped me win back all I had (cough cough) invested.
We then headed over to this 24-hour shop in the hotel that had AMAZING desserts. I got a cup of tea and this chocolate raspberry pyramid. It was a chocolate shell with raspberry mousse inside. Oh I could have eaten a dozen, it was that good.
We finally went back to the room & crashed. I was beyond tired that I was awake again & watched 30 minutes of "8mm". I seriously hope that movie has a NC-17 rating. It was atrocious! I can not believe that they'd make such a movie. I know that it probably mirrors what people go through and deal with on a daily basis, but let's not have Hollywood expose a whole new crop to it that may never have known such sick material existed or what to do with it.
We ate a late breakfast & headed out to the outlets. There, KDP bought shoes & we burned off calories from the dessert the night before so we could have crepes for lunch. Cavo Crepe is in the middle of the outlet complex & has breakfast, lunch, and dessert crepes. I had a southwest chicken and cheese crepe that made me melt. It was so good and so filling that I didn't have room for a dessert one.
We jumped in the car at 2:30 and hit the road. With little traffic to slow us down, we made it to Garden City at 5:15. I dropped off KDP & raced home, making it there by 6:00pm. Not too bad!
I had a fun birthday dinner with my family and then...............get this.............this is how dedicated a professor I am to my students: I went in at 8:00 and taught until 10:45pm. Yes I did.
I went home and crashed. The 3's were pretty good to me this year.
This post has taken forever to write & you will read why later on in the others.
Okay......on the road at 9:30 to head over to pick up KDP & begin the 3 hour drive down to AC. I got to her by 10 & she threw her stuff in the car & off we went. The drive was simple and smooth.....no incidents, traffic, or stops along the way. Except for Tom's River so that we could go to Build a Bear. Bearamy does not have a NJ shirt & needed one for his collection and KDP was dying to stuff the Lucky Clovers bear for St. Patrick's Day. The mall was located right off of the GSP and we jetted in for 20 minutes.
We got to AC at 1:30 and headed straight for the Tropicana. We were meeting my parents there, who wanted to go to AC for the day & would wander around with us until after dinner.
We parked in the first garage we found for the hotel and went inside. Hmmmm........we saw a beautiful atrium, a staircase & escalators, and restauratns & bars galore. But no Reception area to check in. We spun around for a few minutes and then just decided to walk through the mall that lay ahead. We passed stores galore and the into the casino. Still no Registration. And no parents.
We finally found it and them and checked in. I thought it would be dead, but I was so wrong. There had to be 15 groups/families checking in infront of us. And the line only got longer as we stood there. We didn't wait long, though, as they had plenty of people on staff to handle the crowd. But who in the world goes to AC on a Sunday in March? Apparently, everyone does.
We checked in, met my parents, and checked out the hotel a little bit. But it was soooooo nice outside that we thought it best to walk the Boardwalk while it was still light out & comfortable enough to without being bundled up.
We headed down to Trump's and Caesars (another Trump place) and the new Caesar's (very upscale) Mall. They have cleaned it up so nice! The last time I was there it was sticky, creepy, and trashy. Now it is a touch of Vegas here on the East Coast. We window-shopped for awhile and then decided it would be best to eat an early dinner, as mom & dad had to drive home that same evening.
We sat & chatted & they caught up with KDP about her niece, her new home, and her job with her 'babies'. She told such funny stories and had them laughing the entire time.
Close to 6:30 they were ready to head home. I love the fact that they came & had fun with us & were willing to drive all the way home that same night. My parents are troopers.
KDP & I went back to the mall to shop a bit. We wandered through the casino, too, and saw multitudes of men. And then we saw how dark it was & realized how far of a walk we had back....so by 8:30 we were going back to the Tropicana. We still had't taken our luggage out of the car & to the room so we had to walk the entire way through the hotel and the garage and now balance all that we had back to the room.
We crashed in our very nice.....very spacious room......for a half hour. Then it was time to get ready, drink in the room, and head out to the bars & casino floor.
We checked out a few bars & settled on a karoake bar that had a few people hanging out in there. I had a Hot Tub Martini, which consisted of chambord, champagne, and stoli vodka. It went down very easy. People sang anything in this animal print, chaos pattern room from "I Wanna Come Over" to "Tan Shoes with Pink Shoelaces". Sad to say, I knew them all & sang along from my stool. KDP thinks I am crazy, but I always point out that if I had as much knowledge stored in my head as I do nonsense, I'd be scary--mensa smart. Too bad it's 1960s lyrics.
Around midnight we hit the game floor. We wandered all around....seeing lots of cute....but very married......men. Lots of wedding rings all over the place. We gambled on the slots until 2. I broke even. Yippee! That's a lot better than losing....which I was until I found my all-time favorite machine. It helped me win back all I had (cough cough) invested.
We then headed over to this 24-hour shop in the hotel that had AMAZING desserts. I got a cup of tea and this chocolate raspberry pyramid. It was a chocolate shell with raspberry mousse inside. Oh I could have eaten a dozen, it was that good.
We finally went back to the room & crashed. I was beyond tired that I was awake again & watched 30 minutes of "8mm". I seriously hope that movie has a NC-17 rating. It was atrocious! I can not believe that they'd make such a movie. I know that it probably mirrors what people go through and deal with on a daily basis, but let's not have Hollywood expose a whole new crop to it that may never have known such sick material existed or what to do with it.
We ate a late breakfast & headed out to the outlets. There, KDP bought shoes & we burned off calories from the dessert the night before so we could have crepes for lunch. Cavo Crepe is in the middle of the outlet complex & has breakfast, lunch, and dessert crepes. I had a southwest chicken and cheese crepe that made me melt. It was so good and so filling that I didn't have room for a dessert one.
We jumped in the car at 2:30 and hit the road. With little traffic to slow us down, we made it to Garden City at 5:15. I dropped off KDP & raced home, making it there by 6:00pm. Not too bad!
I had a fun birthday dinner with my family and then...............get this.............this is how dedicated a professor I am to my students: I went in at 8:00 and taught until 10:45pm. Yes I did.
I went home and crashed. The 3's were pretty good to me this year.
It's My Party & I'll
Crak had said to me earlier in the week that we had to go out for drinks for my birthday. That would be fine. I am not a birthday person when it comes to my own & prefer the low-key (practically non-existent) type of acknowledgement. So the two of us grabbing a drink at the bar would be perfect.
Ealier in the day, JW had texted me. It was the usual "what are you up to?" that leads back & forth before he finally asks me whatever it is he wants to ask. He wanted to know if I wanted to go to the Isles game at 2pm. I couldn't go......and was so mad because I would like to go to a game one of these days.......and told him I appreciated that he kept me in mind for it & to consider me another time. He asked what I was doing later on that day. Big mouth that I have said I was grabbing drinks with Crak. He said "Oh, I can do that. I'll come too."
When did I invite him? I'm not sure. So I couldn't back out now & told him I'd text him later with the info. I didn't think he'd show up as he forgets things and lots of stuff "pops up" for him anyway.
I texted him and never heard a word.
Crak & I decided on Main Event. We'd meet around 8:30 and have a drink and catch up on some stuff. On my way there, I had a phone call. It's JW asking if I was there yet. Huh? He's coming? UGH! I forgot to tell Crak. Who immediately texts me "Thanks for the heads up". Ooooooooooooooooooooo.................they are there & I am not and I didn't know I'd have to give a 'heads up' because I didn't know he'd actually go & I didn't think it would be an issue and ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Not to say that it was an 'issue', per se, but he & Crak are a bit of oil & water. Heck....he & I are oil and water many times. The two of them had not seen nor spoken to each other in a year and a half and she asked him how he's was and his reply? Typical JW with a "Horrible". Okay then! So she hustled him inside & I got there just as she (unknowingly would have to) graciously bought him a drink.
I walked in & saw the look on her face. Huh....five minutes and she's already met her limit. I think that is a new record for him. The two of us chatted while he chimed in with random items to direct the conversation into pity his way. Yeah--that didn't happen. Does he forget who he is dealing with? Crak has a pretty strong personality (in a good way) and so do I. Put us together and some people can't handle it. Again....not in a bad way, but we know how to deal with people & are not afraid to call them on their idiocy(ies).
As we were talking about our days, he drops in "I might go to Hawaii next week". Yeah, sure. So we look up at him (as we are short and he is quite tall) and I start in with "Ah! Hawaii." and sigh. And the two of us begin with how pretty it was & where to go or not go & wanting to go back....but made sure it revolved around us so that he couldn't get a word in edgewise. I feel bad (sometimes) but that is how he has to be dealt with.
I was a bit disappointed in Crak, though, in that I didn't get my "Good morning! Inside outside? Mango smoothies!" announcement that I long to hear.
We were there until 10:45 and decided it was time to head out. I headed home, talking to KDP on the phone, and realized I still had laundry to do for the next day........we were going to AC.
AC Baby!
Ealier in the day, JW had texted me. It was the usual "what are you up to?" that leads back & forth before he finally asks me whatever it is he wants to ask. He wanted to know if I wanted to go to the Isles game at 2pm. I couldn't go......and was so mad because I would like to go to a game one of these days.......and told him I appreciated that he kept me in mind for it & to consider me another time. He asked what I was doing later on that day. Big mouth that I have said I was grabbing drinks with Crak. He said "Oh, I can do that. I'll come too."
When did I invite him? I'm not sure. So I couldn't back out now & told him I'd text him later with the info. I didn't think he'd show up as he forgets things and lots of stuff "pops up" for him anyway.
I texted him and never heard a word.
Crak & I decided on Main Event. We'd meet around 8:30 and have a drink and catch up on some stuff. On my way there, I had a phone call. It's JW asking if I was there yet. Huh? He's coming? UGH! I forgot to tell Crak. Who immediately texts me "Thanks for the heads up". Ooooooooooooooooooooo.................they are there & I am not and I didn't know I'd have to give a 'heads up' because I didn't know he'd actually go & I didn't think it would be an issue and ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Not to say that it was an 'issue', per se, but he & Crak are a bit of oil & water. Heck....he & I are oil and water many times. The two of them had not seen nor spoken to each other in a year and a half and she asked him how he's was and his reply? Typical JW with a "Horrible". Okay then! So she hustled him inside & I got there just as she (unknowingly would have to) graciously bought him a drink.
I walked in & saw the look on her face. Huh....five minutes and she's already met her limit. I think that is a new record for him. The two of us chatted while he chimed in with random items to direct the conversation into pity his way. Yeah--that didn't happen. Does he forget who he is dealing with? Crak has a pretty strong personality (in a good way) and so do I. Put us together and some people can't handle it. Again....not in a bad way, but we know how to deal with people & are not afraid to call them on their idiocy(ies).
As we were talking about our days, he drops in "I might go to Hawaii next week". Yeah, sure. So we look up at him (as we are short and he is quite tall) and I start in with "Ah! Hawaii." and sigh. And the two of us begin with how pretty it was & where to go or not go & wanting to go back....but made sure it revolved around us so that he couldn't get a word in edgewise. I feel bad (sometimes) but that is how he has to be dealt with.
I was a bit disappointed in Crak, though, in that I didn't get my "Good morning! Inside outside? Mango smoothies!" announcement that I long to hear.
We were there until 10:45 and decided it was time to head out. I headed home, talking to KDP on the phone, and realized I still had laundry to do for the next day........we were going to AC.
AC Baby!
How Do I
I was online Friday night (my lame night of being happy to stay in) and I received an odd instant message. It was from the Military Man. I have not heard from him in ages. That was fine with me. I did not like him & he was so rude.
He starts out the iming vague and curious about what I was doing that night. Then, out of nowhere, he hits me with news. That I'd have to pass on because what I was informed of was something that would be more meaningful.......and sad........for someone else.
Great. How do I do this? Tell this person the news that I have? When is a good time? Never. How do I say it tactfully? I don't know if there is/was a way.
I called the cell. Went right to voicemail. Drat. This is not something to leave on a cell. I would not want an accident to occur from having picked up the message while driving....or while out having fun.
I called the house. No answer. The machine picked up. Now what? I had to leave a message. But it was the somber "call me when you can" type. No good either, but it was all I knew to do.
I got the call the next morning and relayed the message. Silence. The recipient stated a line of concern and then said it again three times. UGH! I was so uncomfortable doing this on the phone but didn't want to wait to do it in person......in public.........sitting on it would be more awkward.
I still do not know if what I did was right. I run it in my brain over & over because I can't believe it myself.
It makes you wonder. It makes you really consider.
He starts out the iming vague and curious about what I was doing that night. Then, out of nowhere, he hits me with news. That I'd have to pass on because what I was informed of was something that would be more meaningful.......and sad........for someone else.
Great. How do I do this? Tell this person the news that I have? When is a good time? Never. How do I say it tactfully? I don't know if there is/was a way.
I called the cell. Went right to voicemail. Drat. This is not something to leave on a cell. I would not want an accident to occur from having picked up the message while driving....or while out having fun.
I called the house. No answer. The machine picked up. Now what? I had to leave a message. But it was the somber "call me when you can" type. No good either, but it was all I knew to do.
I got the call the next morning and relayed the message. Silence. The recipient stated a line of concern and then said it again three times. UGH! I was so uncomfortable doing this on the phone but didn't want to wait to do it in person......in public.........sitting on it would be more awkward.
I still do not know if what I did was right. I run it in my brain over & over because I can't believe it myself.
It makes you wonder. It makes you really consider.
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