Man, that sounds like an amazing experience!

It really does.

That's just phenomenal. Love how you got the tours and all.

Cracking up over the bored oncologists. One of the things my brother loves about going to cancer conferences is that he gets meals at places he'd never be able to afford (or drag his wife to.) His reports from those revolve around food and swank hotel rooms.

I'm sorry to say, I probably would have been terrified the whole time. I am so not used to eating out, nevermind FABULOUS eating out. Hell, the last time I even came close to splurging was with megan walker and lisah, and that's probably the most I've spent on a meal (which was quite worth it! Oh, the duck...) And I probably exposed my poor taste by not liking the amuse bouche thing at all. (Or not. It was almost tailor made to be poison to sarameg: texture issue, a certain sweet + savory combo I can't do because it reminds me of a liquid antibiotic that made me urp.)

Sometimes you can find out exactly what money is for. Food and service? So very high on the list.

Why were you there, shrift? I mean, apart from the bit where you should be. I think I missed that.

It really was fantastic, you guys. Crazy, but fantastic.

But I'm going to do it with a sort of desultory air, in deference to your superfantastic evening out.

Dude, right now I'm making spicy chicken soft tacos which I shall wash down with a fine Corona while watching TV. I'm so high class.

I'm sorry to say, I probably would have been terrified the whole time.

Well, sarameg, I was terrified going in, but I decided to embrace the experience because I probably will never be able to eat there again. I'm not used to eating at fancy places either, aside from the few ritzy places I've been on the company dime.

Why were you there, shrift? I mean, apart from the bit where you should be.

We were supposed to go with someone else months ago, but she had to cancel at the last minute. And because she is crazy awesome (eta: and makes a lot more money than we do), she sent my roommate the money to go anyway. So belated birthday celebration all around.

I'd say that was a good call, shrift. Plus, good company always helps.

You know, it's a damned shame someone that cool didn't get to have that kind of food fun, but good on her for enabling y'all.

Okay, now me for lie down. I survived the day at work. I got work done. I am so over it.

desultory

How do you pronounce that? I have a feeling it's wrong in my head.

babble:

I still think that a grown man being called Scooter is an abomination unto man.

The man who used to take care of our farmhouse was called Booger. Even his wife called him that.

My current job, I get 18 days vacation, 2 personal days ("floating holidays"), 12 days sick per year, and can carry over up to 10 days vacation and unlimited sick days. Like I don't use them all.

TOMORROW.

Fix ita's poor hurty head, doctors!

I think I might be less phone-shy if there were video. If I could see them and they could see me, we'd have body language and facial expressions, and I could make an attempt at lip-reading when my ears fail to translate. The reason I hate talking on the phone to strangers is that I can't see what they're doing.

I have had to bring work home, for the first time in many months. I would say I don't like it... but the reason for it is that I'm doing my boss's work, and that means she's not in the office, and that makes me way happier than take-home work makes me sad.

Oh, wow, I want to go to Charlie Trotter's.