Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
Shrift, my brother's restaurant! 228 West Chicago.
Elishavah and Minnow went there yesterday! They liked it. Frontera was an hour wait, and Xoco was 30 minutes, so we wandered a bit and ended up at Cantina Laredo, which just opened yesterday. I understand it's a chain (at least it was upscale?), but the food was really quite good and so were the mango margaritas.
Off topic now, but Miss Ireland, WTF?!
yay Perkins!
yay Kathy
so glad the DH is safe
and I maybe slightly trashed on one glass of wine. I think this is one of the side effects of walking 60 miles in three days
Enjoy the buzz, beth. Heaven knows you deserve it!
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On a completely different note, I'm sorry, Cash, and I wish you all the best in getting your brother's care/meds, etc. sorted out.
...I don't care if you call me (realname), meara, or Indy (drag name). I answer to all three. I like all three (well, OK, I like Indy and meara better, but I answer to realname a little easier because it's so uncommon...)
Huh. I alternate between realname and meara. I shall attempt to use meara from now on because I had no idea you had a preference.
I sort of can't call you Indy. That's a racetrack. Well, I absolutely would if it was *the* name you preferred. I'd use it. But I'd giggle.
People constantly confuse Cass and me for sisters. Which, okay, we're brain twins, but I don't think we look anything like each other.
If we're babbling, I can see it. Otherwise, I am boggled.
I shall attempt to use meara from now on because I had no idea you had a preference.
I do kind of enjoy when buffistas and others call me meara in person. But I'm fine with realname too.
And my new roommate is also from Indiana and just called me out for wearing a "317" (the area code) shirt, and I pointed out she was wearing an Indianapolis Motor Speedway shirt yesterday. :)
meara it is.
Honestly, right now I am going to be really happy if the next time I see you, I don't have that awful Paul Stanley, "I Am Indy" song going through my head. (If it weren't a bad sports intro, it'd be a kick-ass drag song though.) ((Hey!)) (((Yes, I am tragically earwormed.)))
Elishavah and Minnow went there yesterday! They liked it.
Woot!
Timelies all!!
I'm sitting here at secret-mob-front-law-firm again today, so I'll probably be quite chatty again.
How is everyone?
I also answered to Fred for a part of high school.
I've always answered to Fred, mostly. Except for the grandmother who insisted on "Fritz" or, in her lighter moods, "Fritzer," And a while in 5th-6th grade or so, when I tried to switch to Pete, but that didn't stick outside the family. (It probably stuck inside the family because I'm Fred, Jr. So avoided confusion with my father.) And there was the grad school roommate who insisted on calling me Frederick -- he was a Michael who never, ever, ever responded to Mike.
My best friend in grade school when by Robert at school and Bobby at home. (He was a Junior, too.)
Being a Junior came in handy when I had another Fred as a roommate. When someone would call asking for "Fred," I knew to respond, "Which one?" (Which soon shifted to "Fred P. or Fred B.?") Fred B. would assume they were asking for him, which led to some confusion.