Now go have some gelato and a martini, not necessarily in that order.
That's actually the usual order. Late afternoon gelato (when I get one) and early evening martini.
The last two days I've had very pleasant lunches by taking Muni to the Virgin Megastore, going to the Citizen Cupcake they have upstairs (a tiny spinoff of Citizen Cake), getting a yum grilled panini sandwich and reading books and magazines for free. Today's lunch I read Edward Gorey's The Willowdale Handcar and the book on Shakespeare, Will In The World.
Yesterday I read the collection of Gorey interviews titled Ascending Peculiarity and it was fascinating learning about his life. He was of the opinion that George Balanchine was the supreme artistic force of the 20th century. And I have to say, watching one of Balanchine's ballets was one of the few times I felt like I was witnessing true genius at a kind of Mozart level.
Hec, that's great. Not having a stroke = always the best option.
Oh, I'm so giddily happy. Mutual martinis this evening, possibly?
Mutual martinis this evening, possibly?
Maybe at home. I'm too tired. Just want to have some televisual comfort viewing and let my heart return to it's regularly scheduled ba-dump-bump-bump.
Mutual martinis this evening, possibly?
Color me goofy, but now I picture a scene from a Bond movie, with Hec as Bond, James Bond, and JZ as the sexiest femme fatale in the history of movies. Fabulous clothes, witty repartee, and good liquor. Huh. Sounds like an F2F.
More chill, I suspect, like Nick and Nora.
I'm now ready for pictures of Teppy's and vw's new haircuts.
Clearly you missed the post where I said I was Alfalfa.
That's great news, Hec!
Could I get some general job and motivation~ma, please? I have a very real shot of being hired at a company I like, but it's by no means a guarantee, and it wouldn't happen until January if it happens at all.
I am getting very, very tired of living with all this uncertainty. I never thought I was that much of a control freak until all this came up.
