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my motto's always been when it's right, it's rightI think that I control the weather. The sheer magnitude of my desire for slouchy sweaters, long scarves and woolen tights has brought to bear an early fall. I can wear the long sleeve shirts and corduroy sneakers (which feel like I'm wearing slipper socks, these shoes were born to encase my midget feet) the store made me buy! Not that the weather would stop me from wearing warm clothing, since the office temperature sits at an even -20° F every damn day. It's like the Nip-Olympics in here. I feel not-so-professional with my "administrative assistants" front and center during meetings.
Other than the sock and sweater boon, I'm enjoying the break in the humid saunafest because it makes me more inclined to go out of doors and see people who I don't work with every day. I've been a horrible friend because when I am able to get away from my desk, I often am so exhausted mentally, physically and spiritually that the thought of walking even half a block through the haze and grime would make me weep, had I any moisture left within me to form tears.
Tuesday night I made it out, albeit late, to the re-opening of Tuesday Night Social Club, with special guests Birthday Girl Stacey and her FIB. Love them both, ate way too much (hamburger? yes. hot dog? sure. sweet corn? BRING IT.) and drank just enough. I didn't take any pictures because I suck.
The next night ryan, me, the bf, K-dub and her beau went to the Yankee game. On the way up to the stadium, we saw some kind of Mystery Ghost Train From the Past.
We were rewarded for staying all eleventy-million innings by a super sweet A-rod homer in the bottom of the 45th inning. Or the 11th, whatever, we were tired.
"Candlesticks make a lovely gift."
This weekend I'm supposed to clean, but I have to watch the Cubs game (for work. really.) and it's the last Saturday ever at Sparky's and there are rec center pool 'n' spicy pork taco plans with cool girls so I don't know how disciplined I'll end up being. I am my own worst enemy.
Posted by beth at August 06, 2004 04:38 PMWoo! Look who's back!
What, praytell, is an FIB? I'm confused.
Posted by: Stacey on August 9, 2004 01:09 AMforeign internet boy, of course. we needed a name for him! other than his real, actual name that is.
Posted by: beth on August 9, 2004 12:30 PMAwwww...but he's not really an Internet boy. I mean, yeah, that's how I officially met him the first time but...
Posted by: Stacey on August 9, 2004 02:08 PM
