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.

One of my big issues is feeling unprepared in a social situation. Outside my comfort zone WAH. So need to get over that.

Which I'll do after I finish mentally roleplaying laying prostrate at the dentist's feet, begging not to be lectured or scolded. I need a freaking robot.

Maybe next year.

I know where sara and I are going to dinner when she comes to town, nowhere near that fancy, but fancy-ish.

Well, we got into the Dr. after 4 - we had arrived at his office at 2:45. so bored, but mac was a trooper. I think he gets that something is going to happen, but is either happier to stay ignorant or does not comprehend that it will be several weeks away. After we left I got a message that the surgery date I was given may be an error, so I have to call tomorrow. joy.

I too have work to do at home tonight, but that is because I left at 1 and only had about 30 min, with my boss today.

Tomorrow I am going in early. Possibly early Thurs too since Friday there is a school program that will get me to work 2 hours late.

I think this may be the week that I get the "being a parent doesn't let you work under different rules" talk.

ggggggggggggggggggg. That's my response to the Trotter's meal.

Mmmmmm, thank you shrift for sharing the tale. That sounds divine.

I've had no issue with very fine dining on other's dimes. So let it be known far and wide that I would be delighted to be anyone's guest for such a dining adventure.