Coffee Table Declarations
Monday, January 12, 2004
The freezing temperatures this weekend lended to my justification for hibernating. Friday night was a trip to our favorite Mexican restaurant for good food, good times, and sangria. We were going to go someplace afterwards but once out of the realm of warmth provided by the restaurant, we literally could think of nothing else but crawling into our respective beds. You know it's cold when it makes perfect sense to cancel plans just to minimize trips made to and from the car.
Saturday was spent dozing off and on, watching tv, and trying to stay warm (which actually isn't too difficult when you leave the temperature in the apartment on 72). I did brave the elements for a trip to the video store for this and this. Then I called for a sushi delivery and felt quite cultured eating my seaweed salad and drinking my bubble tea which I first heard about from a girl who always manages to be on the forefront of all that is hip and now.
I tuned in to a bit of the football game just to watch in awe as the players traversed the field in little more than short sleeve football jerseys. I was cold opening the door for the delivery guy. The door which, by the way, opens to a hall, not even to the outdoors. I just can't understand how it was physically possible to play football in such extreme cold, regardless of how much money they get paid.
After watching both movies, I have to say that I liked the first one very much and the second one was o.k. Maybe it was because that kid is adorable. As for the other, the shock value has kind of worn off and plus, half the cast was missing.
Sunday I finally made it to the grocery store... and so did everyone else. I was really frustrated trying to manuveur throught the produce section, and annoyed by the woman who, cart splayed out in a blatant lack of regard for anyone else, spent a full six minutes in front of the eggs - checking them for... what, salmanilla? But irritating does not begin to describe the person who accidentally rammed into the back of my ankle with her cart and muttered a quick apology when I yelped in pain and turned with my angriest expression plastered to my face. But speaking of pain, I also dropped a case of ginger ale on my finger and an obscenity burst forth from my mouth. I swear, I wasn't always so short tempered with people. Maybe my job has gotten to me. It's hard to be polite all the time.
Well, at least I don't cause reckless destruction. I forgot to mention that a couple weeks ago a certain someone was parked on my street and discovered the front window of his car broken, along with six other cars that happened to be parked in the wrong place at the wrong time. What kind of jerk would just thoughtlessly vandelize people's cars like that? What is wrong with people? And is it at all suspicious that a not-even-local auto glass company just happened to be driving by and left business cards on all the victims' windshields? Hmmmm...
Saturday was spent dozing off and on, watching tv, and trying to stay warm (which actually isn't too difficult when you leave the temperature in the apartment on 72). I did brave the elements for a trip to the video store for this and this. Then I called for a sushi delivery and felt quite cultured eating my seaweed salad and drinking my bubble tea which I first heard about from a girl who always manages to be on the forefront of all that is hip and now.
I tuned in to a bit of the football game just to watch in awe as the players traversed the field in little more than short sleeve football jerseys. I was cold opening the door for the delivery guy. The door which, by the way, opens to a hall, not even to the outdoors. I just can't understand how it was physically possible to play football in such extreme cold, regardless of how much money they get paid.
After watching both movies, I have to say that I liked the first one very much and the second one was o.k. Maybe it was because that kid is adorable. As for the other, the shock value has kind of worn off and plus, half the cast was missing.
Sunday I finally made it to the grocery store... and so did everyone else. I was really frustrated trying to manuveur throught the produce section, and annoyed by the woman who, cart splayed out in a blatant lack of regard for anyone else, spent a full six minutes in front of the eggs - checking them for... what, salmanilla? But irritating does not begin to describe the person who accidentally rammed into the back of my ankle with her cart and muttered a quick apology when I yelped in pain and turned with my angriest expression plastered to my face. But speaking of pain, I also dropped a case of ginger ale on my finger and an obscenity burst forth from my mouth. I swear, I wasn't always so short tempered with people. Maybe my job has gotten to me. It's hard to be polite all the time.
Well, at least I don't cause reckless destruction. I forgot to mention that a couple weeks ago a certain someone was parked on my street and discovered the front window of his car broken, along with six other cars that happened to be parked in the wrong place at the wrong time. What kind of jerk would just thoughtlessly vandelize people's cars like that? What is wrong with people? And is it at all suspicious that a not-even-local auto glass company just happened to be driving by and left business cards on all the victims' windshields? Hmmmm...
