So sorry about Frank, lisah.
Mal ,'Serenity'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Yeah. Although I think I found what I wanted-- the Monteleone.
Carousel bar!
Dinner was lovely, and the industrial friend's name is Martin iirc. I foresee Ms. Industries and amyth and I having looong sustainability gabfests.
Lisah, so sorry about your Frank.
msbelle, strength to you.
Glad flea got home okay.
Epstein? Washington?
"No, 'cause I do this:" (mimics standup bass) boom, boom, boom, boomboomboom
Aww, Little Juan. Truefax. Many's the time I offered to write an excuse for a kid who'd lingered at our house past curfew. I signed them StY's or StE's mother.
"Ooh! Ooh! It's a very popular name. It means 'the cattle are dying.'"
Carousel bar!
I was gonna say that! In fact, I think I still will.
Carousel Bar!
Ginger, I'm going to see a doctor about it. It's clearly not going away on its own. I'll ask about Prilosec.
sarameg, Leo did that to me once. About two weeks after I'd gotten him, I came home and he was *nowhere*. I was frantic, until after about fifteen minutes of searching and calling, he walked in the kitchen, blinking and yawning. Later I discovered that he could crawl up *inside* the couch.
Health~ma for your mother, Cashmere.
"Help, there's a hog in my kitchen." Why do I remember that line decades later?
The shithead has been plastered to me ever since. It's like he knows he freaked me out (or that's his SOP 95% of the time I am home. )
The fire-scared kitty (Lou) came back yesterday! My next door neighbor put up signs, but had given up on the little guy making it back to her. She was convinced that he'd succumbed to smoke inhalation. There is much rejoicing and a lot of feeding up to do. It appears as if he didn't eat much all this time.
the Monteleone
It's such a lovely place...BUT, I stayed there in the mid 90s, during a very rainy year. I nearly died from a previously unknown mold allergy. God, I was sick. When the conference ended, I went to another (less expensive) hotel in the Quarter, expecting to leave at any moment.
Roughly 4 hours after leaving the Monteleone, I was totally fine. Lovely as it is, I'd never go back.
Fuck. 1994 was 16 years ago.
How is that possible?
Fuck. 1994 was 16 years ago.
There are now people in college who were born when Clinton was president.
How is that possible?
I think someone had been messing with the time, myself.