Casper: "I'm not silly - I'm a manager."
This is TOTALLY my new motto. Actually, can I tag it, flea?
Reminds me of dancing. In the States, guys seem to assume that if you dance with them, you're going home with them. I never ran into that problem in Europe.
Huh. I've never had that problem, and I've never been to Europe. I've gotten a number once or twice after dancing with a guy, but that's about it. (And one of them was the guy who took me out later and then wanted to have sex in the cab on the way home, but that's a whole nother story.)
Jesse, when you get home, get on IM. k?
Whoops! Didn't get home til now. Sorry, msbelle.
Of course the customer must look at the label, but if both the waiter and the paying customer fail to notice the mistake, I don't think the customer should be held responsible.
I've actually heard that restaurants switch out bottles on purpose, so you really should always check. It's things like they give you a less-good vintage of the same label or something. I dunno. I always order the second-cheapest thing, so I don't have much risk for that.
Tag away, Jesse.
ita, what I was really pondering was, for example, if someone sent you a (tasteful and well-photographed, bien sur) oiled-up cheesecake shot of Colin for GQ (I'd say Tim, but Tim seems a little less likely to be appearing topless in national publications), would you be all "yeah, sexy!" or "yeah, my bud looking sexy!" or "ew, my bud looking like a sex object." Which given what you've said I'm thinking #2.
US-Canadian invasion plans: [link]
I'm home! We got let go at 3, in case anyone was wondering. Our boss went around and personally told people to go, because he didn't want to send an broadcast email that would make people who weren't here pissy. Whatev!
YAY home!
FYI, Jonathan Rhys Meyers is bulking up, so he can "be a man." [link]
flea, you made me squirt ginger ale onto the screen. I think my reaction would be a modified #2 -- "My bud, looking sexy?" and then I might doublecheck with someone. The less he looks in the picture like he looks in my living room, the more likely I can make the call on my own (so, oiled up is a really good start for dissociation).
Colin, love him as I do, has never been sexy to me. He's only goodlooking because of endless repetition. I do have sexy and goodlooking platonic male friends. It's just him that I made friends with before I ever stepped back and looked. And now it's too late.
YAY home!
Perzactly!
While I was at the mall, my friends called to say they were in town but weren't going to stay over in the city tonight (at my place). The funny thing, they were calling me from the mall!
JRM needs to take some running lessons to be a man.
I don't know what to make of an unfey JRM. I'll need to see it to believe it.
I need someone to tell me the whole plot of
Match Point.
I don't think I can sit through an irresistible attraction to that stupid Scarlett chick to find out. Otherwise it'd be the first Woody Allen film I've seen in forever.
I read something today that led me to believe that she
gets pregnant, presumably as a result of her affair with JRM.
Trauma ensues?
