It was his friends holding the door shut, while he banged on the inside yelling "goddamit, you made me spill my beer!".
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I've been trying to track down my friend Daniel Patrick Duffy. He's from Boston. Wish me luck, dude.Heh. Although your odds are better than if you were trying to find a Neil Sullivan, a Kevin Gallagher, or a Tom O'Brien.
It is damn humid.
It could be worse. We've just finished another several-hours-long downpour. At least it sounds like the rain has stopped. Or at least the worst is over. Flash flood warning is still on for the next couple hours, though.
And even that could be worse. The flash flood warnings at points east (like DC) last past midnight.
Glub!
Ok, brenda, my sympathy level has gone down a bit. I was wondering how you knew he was locked in. I was picturing a porta-potty wobbling back and forth, which was eliciting an interesting combination of sympathy and mirth.
ita, lee, sarameg: Need you to read through my story about Catalina for accuracy and to make sure you're okay with what I've written.
maybe you'll get lucky and you can hit someone in the shoe stores.With this? I might enjoy shopping.
With this? I might enjoy shopping.
This is what you people miss out on by not taking the NYC subway.
ita, lee, sarameg: Need you to read through my story about Catalina for accuracy and to make sure you're okay with what I've written.
Which is an example of why this book is going to be about 500 times more factually accurate than your average NY Times articles "straight reportage" piece..
This is what you people miss out on by not taking the NYC subway.I only have strange people invading my space (okay, it's crowded) and talking to me (the hell?) a lot on the NYC subway. I had no idea I was missing violence-tinged shoe shopping.
I didn't get to hit anyone. I left a little late because the test-giver and one of the test-takers [small break taken to call another test-taker] were giving me their versions. Apparently only two of them were in any shape to put fighting gear on.
ANYWAY, just about the whole mall was closed by the time I got there. I got a backup pair of white sandals from Robinsons May, and stood at the entrance to Nordstrom and describe my category of shoe (thank you, Zappos, for giving me a rigourous set of metadata), and the lady shrugged and named some brand that made her wince. So I added "pretty!" to the search criteria, and she came up empty. Which wasn't surprising, since Robinson's May only had two, and they weren't even that pretty.
But everyone was nice, so no excuse to hit.
Okay. Time for pork chop.
Allyson--fire it on over.