Hot drinks with Mom is taking an early lead.

At least you have it, ita. I'm annoyed I bought stuff from gap.com on Black Friday and STILL don't have my shipment. It's supposedly coming Monday. Grr.

If you could have a drink (not necessarily alcoholic) with one person in your life who is gone from you now (either dead or estranged, or lost contact) who would it be?

My college roommate, but only if she was also magically going to be ...nice? willing to talk? etc.

Pete has informed me there's a stack of packages waiting for me when I get home. I know that one of them is the "Claudia's Story" manga (Anne Rice approved! It will be gloriously OTT!), there should be an antique wine glass rosary from France, and a pair of vintage witchy Fluevogs.

If you could have a drink (not necessarily alcoholic) with one person in your life who is gone from you now (either dead or estranged, or lost contact) who would it be?

Cognac with Dad.

The drink would be tea and the person would be my mom, and she'd have all her wits about her.

You put it that way, and I'd have to say my dad. Although he'd have a beer.

On a sillier tip, I'd love to know what became of my high school boyfriend. He's ungoogleable! At least, last I tried.

This morning's entertainment was a fire in the parking garage at work. A mini-van's battery caught fire, on the 2nd floor down in the parking garage below our building. No damage beyond that vehicle, fortunately.

What I found disturbing was that when the fire dept. responded (with SEVEN vehicles!) they first responded to the wrong location, one block away, where there are parking garage entrances on both sides of the street, and appeared to be casting about trying to figure out where to go. Two firemen each had to manually drag a firehose down the street to our block, to catch up to their engines after they moved to the right location.

Wow, I should not poke at the bitchy babygoth on Tumblr. It's not that amusing, and it's not going to make a difference. But they're so self-righteously cranky and have tagged something "get your head out of your arse gothiccharmschool"! Hee!

ION, oh yay. The assorted rodeo fans that are now in this corridor of the hotel are of the "Whoooo, dude!" variety. Complete with blaring country pop music and "DRINK DRINK DRINK" chanting.

Also, everyone knows that unfamiliar mirrors are unreliable, and BIDs can fuck right off.

Aww, msbelle, I feel ya. My BID have been really whacked out lately. I know they are lying because I have science-based evidence that tells me one thing (in a good way) when they are bitching and then, THEN, when the evidence is telling me that yes, I'm bloated cause of all of those tannins and CHEEEEEEESE and SAAAAAALT the day before (and it was worth it, but oy. Cannot do that much tannin plus dairy in 48 hours, the immune system revolts) the BIDs think I'm positively svelte. Even as I physically feel ill.

I've gotten so aware of their lies, that while I don't necessarily think I ever really trust my self-image, the demons? I know they always lie. So they occupy less space, mostly.

My kids had a fire drill at school in the rain today, apparently because the construction workers in the other side of the building accidentally set off the alarm (manually, I guess; there was no fire.) n the plus side, a fire truck came; on the down side, rain, plus Casper had a library book at school with her and was freaking out that it might be burned up and she would have destroyed a library book.