When did it become a rule that one must dress up to go to Target and/or similar. One should always have the right to look like five kinds of shit when one steps into these types of establishments (with Wal-Mart: you reserve the right to walk in looking like ten kinds of shit)
And you know what this means, when you look your absolute worst you will ALWAYS run into someone you know, who is dressed to the nines, makeup done to perfection, carrying a new coach bag, and pulling her handsome new boyfriend behind her (geez!)
And last night, the last time I remembered running the comb through my hair was sometime around ten-o'clock that morning. And her boyfriend kept staring at my chest, and not because he was looking at my breasts; it was because I had a huge coffee stain on a very light pink tank top "and the sweater employed to cover it not doing its office."
Am such a loser; am never coming out of the house again.
I am having all kinds of trouble with Vox. I can't seem to read comments, make comments or go to certain blogs. I get timed-out at every turn. Is anyone else having trouble?
...kinda loving it, though I am a bit extra sensitive to it for some reason. I wore a t-shirt and sandals out to Panera (which is freezing, also) should not have as it is somewhat of a shock to the system and I'll probably end up, as my mother would say, with pnuemonia.
Will also spare you the dramatic and traumatic story of how I spent yet another night in the Atlanta airport and how crappy Delta Airlines customer service really is.
Oh well, here is a cool shot from the plane (Ha! First class... take that Medallion members!) over the Carribean Sea.
Seems like one of those made up titles. Well, must be true if it's on her website.
Addendum: I looked up the word "Hallows" in the American English dictonary and I guess it doesn't translate. Can someone out there with an Oxford English dictionary help me out with a definition?
How do you take your tea or coffee?
Submitted by Vasquez.
If I go to Starbucks or similar, I generally get a five-pump decaf mocha, but I have lately discovered that I prefer the decaf cappuccino much more. It pairs much better with a pastry as the mocha tends to be too sweet to eat with anything. Hmmm?
The last time I looked, this plane was 50% empty. Now I am beseiged on all sides.
And the Medallion members looking for a free upgrade to first class are going to be coming out of the woodwork. I hate Medallion members! Why is it that when I PAY for an upgrade, I am always last on the upgrade list, while the people with free upgrades are always ahead of me. They say it's due to Frequent Flyer status. I have a 100,000 FF miles. I will never understand Delta's logic behind that one.
And Hartsfield (ATL) on the Friday before Christmas: Stab me in the eye now! If it so much as looks like it might rain I'm screwed!
Days til Christmas: 6
Days until return to States: 3
Number of people I need to shop for for Christmas: 15
Number of gifts purchased: 0
Tolerence level for mall and/or similar: 0
Times I've wished I'd spent time this last week shopping online: 100
I send my clothes out to be laundered by the hotel (and pay an arm and a leg for the privilege... $3.15 x 4 per t-shirt... plus jeans and trousers x 3: $6.45 each) -- I decided to wash out my own "unmentionables".
Most hotels I usually stay in have laundry facilities for guests to do their own things. Not the Hilton. If they can make a buck off of you, believe me, they have a spreadsheet somewhere detailing exactly how to do it.
Unfortunately, nothing dries on this island. I've hung stuff up in the bathroom or laid my underthings out on the balcony several times; they never seem to completely dry.
Today, I got the brilliant idea to put them in the backseat of my rental car. Strange, I know, but I don't have a choice. I refuse to wear another semi-damp bra and I am not paying $2.10 a piece for someone to wash panties.
It gets very hot here in the afternoon and the car is like a oven. When I got to work this morning, I spread a towel out on the back seat and positioned several items to get the maximum benefit from the sun. I just went out to check on them a few minutes ago: Success! They all dried in like three hours.
I am not concerned or embarrassed; I parked several cars away so no one will see them. Besides, it's not like people haven't seen a bra before. You do what you have to.
Since others have done it, I thought I would too. And yes, I am no great photographer. I would have stuck it in the wreath, but there were armed guards on the other side of that metal detector. Before I leave Puerto Rico, I'll try to shoot the vox sticker in something more interesting.
And now I need a loan to pay off my credit card.
Have any of you ever been? I've been wanting to go to Ruth's Chris, like forever, but I am never in the vicinity of one when I have money. Morton's is down in the Hilton's lobby, so I gave it a go last night.
I wanted to take photos (especially when they wheeled out this cart with steaks on it as big as a cow's head) but the servers were the hovering type and probably would have leapt on me to wrestle the camera from my hands thinking that I was from PETA and up to no good .
So, like I said, they wheeled out this cart to show you your cuts of meat (I'm giggling right now, because I just thought of that skit on Letterman called: Know Your Cuts of Meat) and your cuts of fish and the size of your vegetables. I know, "your size of vegetables"... world's largest: po.ta.toes, as Samwise would say.
Everything on the menu is ala carte, meaning cha-ching! I mean, come on, a $42 rib eye... A RIB EYE! Do you know how many rib eyes I can buy in the grocery store back home for that? Not having it, I ordered the $29 Salmon fillet. (I know, shoot me now!) with a side of sauteed spinach and mushrooms ($8... most reasonably priced vegetable on the menu) and a Cosmopolitan, $13... apparently not having learned my lesson at McCormick and Schmicks... who, incidentally sent me a preferred member application in my email this morning... 'tis the season)
Since I am an idiot, I came hungry and weak and ordered an appetizer: Scallops wrapped in Bacon with Spiced Apple Chutney sounded too good to pass up... until they brought me three of the most flavorless scallops they had wrapped in the blandest bacon imaginable. THREE... for $20. Stab me in my eye!!!
I will give credit where it is due, though, the salmon was broiled to perfection and the spinach and mushrooms were heavenly... and loaded with a stick of butter, I am sure... simply delicious.
The damage: almost $80 (dessert and coffee being out of the question... I just stopped by the Starbucks in the lobby). Of course I can never afford to eat at Morton's again in life, but it is good to try these things at least once.
