Just catchin' up with life
Dec. 24th, 2008 07:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsI went in to work Tuesday. The bus was only ten minutes late, for me. Other people at the stop had been waiting over an hour; the two buses before mine had never shown up. When I got downtown, I stopped at Uncommon Grounds, praising the man behind the counter for being a "not Starbucks."
"Indeed," he said. He was about my age, a little broader, a little greyer, with a charming and softened-by-the-years English accent. "What can I get for you?"
"A medium." "A grande," he said, correcting me. "Whole milk?" "No, light." "A skinny grande latte," he said. "Now, do you want it gentle, or definitive? In the definitive, you know the espresso."
"I think I want it definitive." He began making it. "That wasn't very definitive, was it?" I said. "I think I want it definitive."
He chuckled and we exchanged money, and gave me a pleasant "Cheerio" as I went out the door. Thank the Gods for not-Starbucks. Oh, and the coffee definitely expressed its espressoness. I felt awake by the time I got to work.
Getting to work was a mistake. Not in terms of actual work-- I got a lot done, finished one major project (although when I left there were six new entries in bugzilla about it, including one that read: "When there is no error, the error box reads 'There Is No Dana, There Is Only Xul!'" I was testing the out-of-band data handler and forgot to take out the 'no messages' message.), and got out of there early.
I stopped by Westlake Center to shop for more gifts for Omaha and Kouryou-chan, and then waited two hours for the bus. I ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loba at the bus stop, and then lisakit was kind and wonderful and saved us from the chill and wet and drove us home.
Omaha had managed to wrangle an overnight for Kouryou-chan because both Kouryou-chan and our friend's daughter were going a little stir crazy and we thought it might be good to bounce the two girls off each other. Omaha and I took that as a chance to go to Red Lobster. On the drive up State Road 518, though, I accidentally took the exit to the mall; they'd put up a new sign that incorrectly indicated which lane was for the interstate. The connection to the interstate was only two blocks up, and I was happy to see I wasn't the only person who had made that mistake: at least eight cars were stacked up on the on-ramp.
We got to the restaurant with no excitement. The food was meh. My salmon had that mushy texture of farmed salmon with slow circulation and no real exercise.
We hit bookstores and clothing stores on the way home, picking up more gifts and preparing for a long night ahead.
Omaha taught me how to play cribbage. I can't say I'm good at it, but I won last night, thanks to one very lucky hand.
"Indeed," he said. He was about my age, a little broader, a little greyer, with a charming and softened-by-the-years English accent. "What can I get for you?"
"A medium." "A grande," he said, correcting me. "Whole milk?" "No, light." "A skinny grande latte," he said. "Now, do you want it gentle, or definitive? In the definitive, you know the espresso."
"I think I want it definitive." He began making it. "That wasn't very definitive, was it?" I said. "I think I want it definitive."
He chuckled and we exchanged money, and gave me a pleasant "Cheerio" as I went out the door. Thank the Gods for not-Starbucks. Oh, and the coffee definitely expressed its espressoness. I felt awake by the time I got to work.
Getting to work was a mistake. Not in terms of actual work-- I got a lot done, finished one major project (although when I left there were six new entries in bugzilla about it, including one that read: "When there is no error, the error box reads 'There Is No Dana, There Is Only Xul!'" I was testing the out-of-band data handler and forgot to take out the 'no messages' message.), and got out of there early.
I stopped by Westlake Center to shop for more gifts for Omaha and Kouryou-chan, and then waited two hours for the bus. I ran into
loba at the bus stop, and then lisakit was kind and wonderful and saved us from the chill and wet and drove us home.Omaha had managed to wrangle an overnight for Kouryou-chan because both Kouryou-chan and our friend's daughter were going a little stir crazy and we thought it might be good to bounce the two girls off each other. Omaha and I took that as a chance to go to Red Lobster. On the drive up State Road 518, though, I accidentally took the exit to the mall; they'd put up a new sign that incorrectly indicated which lane was for the interstate. The connection to the interstate was only two blocks up, and I was happy to see I wasn't the only person who had made that mistake: at least eight cars were stacked up on the on-ramp.
We got to the restaurant with no excitement. The food was meh. My salmon had that mushy texture of farmed salmon with slow circulation and no real exercise.
We hit bookstores and clothing stores on the way home, picking up more gifts and preparing for a long night ahead.
Omaha taught me how to play cribbage. I can't say I'm good at it, but I won last night, thanks to one very lucky hand.
