In retrospect, one of the signs of the coming fail of my marriage was when my husband told a mariachi band in a restaurant that it was my birthday.
Well at least he didn't do it on a day that was not remotely your birthday, just to embarrass you.
I gave her everything... jewels, beautiful dresses -- with beautiful girls in them.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
WindSparrow - Jul 03, 2010 6:48:16 pm PDT #24682 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
omnis_audis - Jul 03, 2010 6:52:06 pm PDT #24683 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
One of the shows I did with Culture Clash required me learning the difference between Bandida, Mariachi, and...and... crap, forget the name of it. Richard described Bandida as "Carne Asada and Cowboys. If it has either on the cover, it's Bandida". Mariachi was, I forget the words he used, but it was far from PC, making comment on the outfits. The other major category (that I can't recall the name of) is the bulk of "everything else". Yes, gross generalizations. And I didn't realize it at first, he's not a fan of any of it either.
erikaj - Jul 03, 2010 6:53:25 pm PDT #24684 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
My dad did that to my mom on numerous occasions. Sometimes I'm surprised he's still alive. I like mariachi bands, though.
omnis_audis - Jul 03, 2010 7:31:02 pm PDT #24685 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Netflix is a teasing-McTeasey-pants! And for that, I am mad at it. It labeled Dresden Files as "Season 1" and by that, I thought there was more. Alas, I have consumed all 12 episodes in a few days. Humbug. For that, I will punish it, and watch more and make it tired.
Sean K - Jul 03, 2010 10:22:28 pm PDT #24686 of 30000
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty
Sean, feel free to stop by and meet Kaylee tonight if you aren't working!
I was working tonight. And will be again tomorrow. The next several days will be pretty busy, but we'll figure something out.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Jul 03, 2010 11:42:11 pm PDT #24687 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Kaylee is adorable!
They forgot.
That's awful, Scrappy. I can relate, though. The Girl's parents forget about not only most of the plays she directs, but also (on quite a few years) her birthday. In-laws who don't appreciate the people we love are frustrating.
sj - Jul 04, 2010 2:40:13 am PDT #24688 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
(It was my birthday. The fail was thinking I would enjoy the attention of a mariachi band and an entire restaurant.)
TCG is very much aware that he ever had a restaurant staff sing to me on my birthday, he would be a dead man. In fact, most people who know me are all too aware of this.
Connie Neil - Jul 04, 2010 3:02:41 am PDT #24689 of 30000
brillig
I find it more effective to point out to waitstaff that if anyone sings that there will be no tip, no matter who says I'm kidding.
Jars - Jul 04, 2010 3:42:51 am PDT #24690 of 30000
Urgh, friendship FAIL. We decided to have bbq today sometime last week. I invited various people, all was good etc. My best London friend who I've known since we were kids, said on Thursday that she couldn't come because she had to study. I was all 'But meat! Margaritas!' and she said she'd see. I have just now got a text from her saying 'Hey guys, BBQ and margaritas at my place today!'
I called her and she said she just forgot that we were having a thing. Which I entirely believe because she's the most self-absorbed person in the world. Which I'm used to, but still. Come ON.
billytea - Jul 04, 2010 4:58:58 am PDT #24691 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
End of weekend here. Ryan has spent the week fighting a chest infection - nasty cough, high fever, mucus gusher hidden somewhere in his sinuses, all that kind of thing. Anyway, it finally broke today. Temperature's down again and he's a happy baby again. (Still has the cough and runny nose.) He's also decided that he likes the medicine, which makes dosing him a lot easier.
Of course, he didn't recover before passing it to his daddy. There's a theme here, his latest game is passing his toys back and forth to his mummy, his daddy, random passersby etc. Is it charming? Yes, yes it is.
He's had ample opportunity to demonstrate said charm this weekend. Yesterday we all had lunch with a couple of classmates of mine, two Chinese women in their early twenties. We did some group assignments together over a couple of units. One of them had a gift for us, a Chinese decoration she'd made over the summer. The centrepiece is a piece of jade carved into the Chinese character for good fortune, it's really quite lovely. We've hung it over Ryan's cot. (Also discovered that my other classmate is a Muslim, something of which I was unaware. She's off to Boston in a month on a student exchange progam.)
I am finding much win this weekend. I find myself amazingly fortunate in my wife, son, job, studies, classmates, neighbourhood and friends. So, thanks to everyone here for the last several years. You've been here through and for pretty much all of it.