Why Can't We Bring Frumpy Back?
I managed to run home after work and tear that one wonky contact out AND put on a skirt so I could go out, and still make it to the Onion offices on time. Well, sort of on time. They told me I could be there as late as 5:30, and I showed up at 5:15, but all the lights were off and nobody was at the reception desk. There was one guy there talking on the phone in an office around the corner, and he couldn't really see me, so I hovered around the desk for a minute and then I peered over it and realized my tickets were there clipped to a list of people that were supposed to pick them up, so I took them and checked off my name and then ran away. I was afraid that guy in the office would come running out and accuse me of stealing them, because that's sure what it looked like I was doing.
Also, I had a great bus driver that I was chatting with because A) I didn't know where I was going and B) I was the only one on the bus. He recommended I read "Confessions of an Economic Hitman" which sounded interesting and talks about the crimes of the World Bank and the IMF, so I probably will.
Lila and I checked out Pi, the new lesbian bar in the Seward neighborhood. I begged Carissa to come with so I would have someone to drink with, but she opted to stay behind and work on her boyfriend problems. Then I begged Kari and The Chop to come but they were broke, so I ended up sitting sober in a lesbian bar that was playing the greatest hits of Justin Timberlake. I wasn't having fun, even though Young Bill was there (drunk), until Meghan turned up and we decided to bail out and go eat a late-night carb fest at Pizza Luce. Now I've got eggplant breath, but it's all gonna be alright.
Also, I had chinese food at Ping's (downtown, on Nicollet, near the convention center--it's got the garish pink awning) for dinner and it was no less than succulent. A little on the high-priced side but worth the money, if you like your food delicious.
I've stopped going to my volunteer duties. I just can't make myself get up at 6:30 in the morning every Saturday to spend three hours sitting around not helping anyone. I still believe in the cause or whatever, but working with people is not for me.
Also, I had a great bus driver that I was chatting with because A) I didn't know where I was going and B) I was the only one on the bus. He recommended I read "Confessions of an Economic Hitman" which sounded interesting and talks about the crimes of the World Bank and the IMF, so I probably will.
Lila and I checked out Pi, the new lesbian bar in the Seward neighborhood. I begged Carissa to come with so I would have someone to drink with, but she opted to stay behind and work on her boyfriend problems. Then I begged Kari and The Chop to come but they were broke, so I ended up sitting sober in a lesbian bar that was playing the greatest hits of Justin Timberlake. I wasn't having fun, even though Young Bill was there (drunk), until Meghan turned up and we decided to bail out and go eat a late-night carb fest at Pizza Luce. Now I've got eggplant breath, but it's all gonna be alright.
Also, I had chinese food at Ping's (downtown, on Nicollet, near the convention center--it's got the garish pink awning) for dinner and it was no less than succulent. A little on the high-priced side but worth the money, if you like your food delicious.
I've stopped going to my volunteer duties. I just can't make myself get up at 6:30 in the morning every Saturday to spend three hours sitting around not helping anyone. I still believe in the cause or whatever, but working with people is not for me.
spit at you by Nil at 2:21 AM
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