JZ, I did keel over and pass out after the puking. Slept HARD.

And I just got up! 18 hours in bed!

Wow, that's hardcore! Of course, I slept about 13 hours last night for no particular reason, so...:) But I didnt' get to have cool Buffy dreams! I did have weird trashy fantasy novel dreams, though. All queens and soldiers and bastards and servants...

I have a Coffee/coffee date in....a little over an hour. I suppose I'd better get dressed and stuff. I'm so uncertain about how this will go...

it felt divine!!

Oh, good lord. No 18 hours of sleep for me, since I took Erin's place in the hard-drinking championships last night. Whoo. Went into the Mission, even. Saw Pretty Tattooed Boy, who is in the same mental place I am, so is therefore NSM with the good matching. But damn, he pretty. Also, damn. I am hung.ov.er. I need to go to Trieste. Please to excuse.

vw, I meant to ask: where are you applying for a scholarship for the oxford thing? I applied through a KY-specific program for the History/Theology program (the same set of programs you're applying for right now).

It's a UMass Boston Scholarship.

Also, YAY, Hil!

Our animals were the trifecta of bad this morning. First Zorro tried to wake us up at 4:30 am, whereupon he was banished outside the bedroom. Then half an hour laer he began meowing piteously and flinging his body at the door. The BF got up and opened the door just wide enough to spritz him with the water bottle right in the kisser. 20 minutes of blessed quiet and we awere almost alseep, then the dog started banging at the door (it was her usual wake up time, so she can be sort of forgiven). The BF then got up to use the bathroom, only to discover the OTHER cat had pooped in the bathtub.

Yeah, pet-owning is such a pleasure.

Well, Gudanov, Scola, and Gregory House have all been beaten out in the Trudy's New Tag sweeps by some form of the following exchange:

Bob Costas: Interesting that all the nations are marching in to the accompaniement of a seemingly random collection of 80s American pop tunes.

Brian Williams: I don't know one that hasn't played yet [sic]

Bob Costas: If I hear Bette Davis Eyes by the immortal Kim Carnes, my night will be complete.

Brian Williams: Donna Summer will do it for me.

Fucking hysterical. Its like they're writing an SNL sketch parodying themselves.

Congratulations, Hil!

The apartment wasn't quite what we were looking for, but thanks for the ~ma. Keep it coming, because we are going to keep looking for the perfect place.

Sending some perfect place ~ma your way, sj. And I hope the weather cooperates until you're back home from work.

Today we put together the cookbooks and get them ready to ship (they may have to wait till Monday if it starts snowing and we can't do everything online). YAY! They look just amazing. I can't wait to get them in everyone's hands!

Cookbooks!! Very exciting.

A piddly 4 cocktails, even on a full stomach, would've had me keeled over and snoring within seconds of polishing off the fourth. Even with your puking, you are a woman of remarkable fortitude and cocktail tolerance. I salute you!

Erin, I'm nodding along to everything JZ said.

And unless -t entered her birthday at LJ wrong:

Happy Birthday, -t!

Trudy, I remember that exchange. I'm disappointed that they didn't get their songs.

Poor Bob, poor Brian.

Bob was less chatty without Katie there egging him on. I can just imagine BW giving him the stern head shake every third time Bob started to babble.

I need to go get a TV Guide so I have a schedule and don't sit planted here for the next sixteen days