Bob is the worst name for a potential disaster ever, let me just say.
Willow ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
ita, I'm appalled. Tell them to call Cedars and have them check the records, and then shut the fuck up.
We came home from my grandmother's service and dinner at my parents' around eight, and about two minutes later the power went out. So we played LotR Rings Monopoly by candlelight while Sara played next door.
We had a tornado warning, and lost one big branch off the tree in front, and there's water in the basement, but that's about it. Power came back at 4:45 a.m. and scared the shit out of me.
We've lost power in Yardley, but that's about it in the immediate neighborhood. Gas stove = instant coffee for me. Starbucks, B&N, and Einstein all closed.
Last night was epic, y'all. It started with going to a bellydance hafla being held at a haunted country-western bar, and ended at a neighborhood gay bar (like, corner bar, not Big! Shiny! Gay! Bar! with a dance floor and whatnot) listening to a band called Yanni DiFranco. Or possibly it was Yoni Difranco.
I drank way too much, offered to make out with everyone at the table, and told Tim we should get married so that we could make our guests dance around a pig. He wasn't on board with that plan.
I'm not hungover, exactly, but I have definitely felt better. Woo.
Decamped to local cafe with power. ha! Geoff from Ace of Cakes just came in. Smalltimore.
Oh, Geoff is the best! No one mellower.
Or possibly it was Yoni Difranco.
I hope it was that one.
Bah! Was supposed to meet up one of my BF on her way thru town from a family reunion but they've decided to head right back in case of stormy weather. Irene!!!!
I like the suggestion that they call Cedars to check the patient records. Also, I find it hard to believe that someone can mistake anyone else for ita. Don't they know there's a moon named after you?
I had a lovely evening at javachick's, complete with musical accompaniment by Beth's DH, and a wonderful new cocktail concocted by megan walker. Except I have a backache and a probable sinus infection and I'm now doped up on Aleve D and naproxen. Bah. Getting old bites.
Glad to hear all the easterners are mostly okay. Today I have many tasks to do, but what I would really like is to sit on the futon all day and write. And read. And drink tea. Feh.
I like the suggestion that they call Cedars to check the patient records.
If they were serious, they would do just that. Being nasty without following up is just nasty and unnecessary.
I picked up the September issue of GQ because there's an article about the Texas gang rape case in it. Bonus Mark Sanchez cover and photo spread is a bonus, but boy, this is weird. Is this what men looking at women's magazines feel? I don't know one man who looks anything like the men in these pages, or would want to, frankly.