I love The Cove on a slow Tuesday night. It’s not as smoky, not as loud, and you get much faster service (yes, I am eighty years old). And sometimes, with the right barkeep, you get much cheaper drinks. But then sometimes you go to The Cove at midnight and the staff runs you off at 1:30, even though 3 is last call and even though there are three of you buying off the menu…
They’ve gone and put a Mexican restaurant in the old Grandma’s Kitchen building in downtown Saltillo. My little old Saltillo, pop. 300, with no bank, no school, one gas station, and but one red light (which currently does not work) has a Mexican restaurant now. If the economy keeps tanking and I lose my job and have to move back in with my parents, I will at least be able to drown my sorrows in…
I sojourned to Saltillo for the weekend to visit, and shortly after the big game’s coin toss, the cable on my parents’ nice big huge enormous HD TV froze up, and then kicked out completely. I had the bright idea to try and stream the game on my laptop, but my synapses finally fired and reminded me that no cable = no internet. So we busted out the board games and entertained ourselves. Which is…
Today Phil and I shoveled Mexican food into our mouths and then capped it off with a trip to Hi-Octane Vintage on Young, where I kind of fell a little in love with a muumuu (can I just point out that my iTunes queued “Fat Bottomed Girls” as I typed the word “muumuu”?) and several bits of glassware. Alas, despite there being plenty of room in my lifestyle to accommodate a muumuu, I did not…
Sometimes you go to work and one of your assignments is to photograph plastic teeth. Which is one of the deliciously random reasons that I love what I do. [Project 365]
My crud seems to be worsening. I might actually have to haul ass to the doctor, despite my eight-year-old-inner-child protests. On the subject of frigidity (we were talking about that, right?), I finally reviewed The World’s Dumbest Book. Did that feel good, you ask? Yes. Yes, it did. I got so carried away that I left out the part where the author lists her cures to low self-esteem. Among them? Cut out all sugar, refined…
My mantra for the day. [Project 365]
Sarah and I were booty dancing catching up into the wee hours when we noticed that the nasty rain had turned to snow. And then we went out and played in it. At 5:30 in the morning. (We’d technically not been asleep so it still qualifies as my Day 27.) Unrelatedly, my lungs felt a little like death today. More snowtography here. [Project 365]
Spent the day in my cave, incubating germs, napping, watching DVDs, and coughing. Bleh. [Project 365]
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