Oh, I am so jealous of K! I adore Oliver Jeffers' work and I have a fairly embarrassing crush on Ben Hatke who is both adorable and kind of hot as well as talented.
I am in New York and my brother texted me that there is nowhere he would be willing to eat within 15 blocks of his office (in Times Square) and I said Shake Shack? And he told me adults don't eat at Shake Shack. I don't even know. Then there was wine and a DJ at 6:30 pm on a Wednesday in Macy's intimates. Then I asked Google Maps to find me food and it helpfully suggested Hooters so maybe my brother is right and there is no place to eat in midtown.
Your brother is nuts, flea, there are totally places to eat in Midtown!
I always went to Vynl, but I don't know if it's still there!
Apparently he can only eat at 23rd street or the UWS. @@
Then there was wine and a DJ at 6:30 pm on a Wednesday in Macy's intimates.
That's taking shopping for underwear up WAY too many notches.
I totally have eaten at places in Midtown near Times Square that were not a Planet Hollywood or a Hard Rock Cafe.
I think a glass of wine would be a great addition to bra shopping. The DJ NSM.
I said, "I'm in here." There was a long puzzled pause and he said "Why are you sleeping in the bathroom?" When I explained that I was just there to pee, he sounded even more confused. "How can you pee in the dark?"
This is hilarious. Learning how to pee in the dark is a life skill, man.
I live in whole house full of people who talk in their sleep, or at least respond in their sleep when spoken to. It never ceases to both amaze and amuse me. How does one say that? Amuze?
Julie, that's completely fucked up. I give you license to unleash your sarcastic goddess.
It was a day. So just before my dentist appt last week, a bit of chile seed lodged way back in the back of my mouth, almost throat. Got rid of it but not before it caused some irritation. At my dentist appt last week, became clear that the irritation caused a spit spigot to swell shut. Dentist and hygienist were adamant that if it didn't clear over the weekend, I needed to see someone (they technically can't do anything about something like that.) I was like, whatever. But they hounded me (and I think they worried it was something more, which freaked me out a bit) and got me into an oral surgeon today, who poked and prodded and proclaimed it well and truly just a sealed but good spigot, basically chemically burned. Drained and shot it up with antibiotics. Though there was no infection, probably would have become so after not much longer, according to the surgeon. Even if it didn't bug me more than a cheek bite currently. Anyway, that ate up 3 hrs with travel and all the new patient paperwork. But seriously grateful for my hygienist who went out of her way to find someone who could see me fast and probably saved me some needless pain.
And then there was the fun of navigating my benefits website because apparently I've lost my insurance card and forgotten my logins. Uhg. Finally got it worked out just before I had to leave...at which point I realized I didn't have enough gas in the tank to get to the dr.
Then it was back to my office where coworkers were being willfully helpless and I can't even. And then all the errands I ignored this weekend.
Tired.
Learning how to pee in the dark is a life skill, man.
I'm adding that to the resume!
