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.
see, when you carry the one to the tens place.....
David, let us never speak of it.
I am "friends" with my students, and I just discovered that my student wore an evening dress from the costume shop to her senior ball. I could care less, frankly, but I really hope she had it drycleaned before putting it back.
No kidding!! I think all the costume shop people I know would throw a fit if she didn't!
I just had an interview and a first date on the same day. Exhausting! Though at least for the date, I didn't care enough to try to fake anything or censor myself or whatever--it was more an expectation of friends than dateyness. And it ended up OK, she seemed cool, and I think we'll get together again, though there was not magic awesome chemistry, she did turn out to be not just a Joss fan (which I knew from her profile) but a fanfic reader as well. :)
The interview continues tomorrow, and I am so no good at hiding my feelings or saying the right thing (as opposed to "whatever pops in my head"). Sigh. I just tend to chatterbox.
It shouldn't be that hard to contemplate. I mean Emmett was born in 1996 and he'll be 14 this year.
But, still. The 90s are a teenager ago.
I have the same haircut I had in the 90's. Cycles...
Although it looks better without the flannel and baggy jeans.
My nephew was born in '94. It wigs me out that he's about to be 16. I was just knitting his baby blanket!
