doglover wrote:Woo Hoo! Time to break out the Porno and Oleo. :wink:
Hehe, well I wouldn't go that far, but it is tempting.......lol
The adjective "un-f*ck-with-able"
(in a Cee-Lo Green track)
Ran a 5K road race on Saturday. They messed up the results and have me listed as fifth overall with a time 19:10!
Black young kid in the supermarket, twenty or so, boisterously greeted by a guy who works there - he looks in his basket, so do I (passing by) - kid's carrying his cat in his shopping basket!
Need an update here stand up...what DID you do while you had the house to yourself? Did you:
Walk around the house naked...raid the fridge...take a bubble bath by candlelight...listen to the stereo ear drum poppin' loud...watch an adult's only channel on cable?
Cafe t Monumentje in the Jordaan, Amsterdam, most proletarian cafe I been in for a while. Sand on the wood floor, man stumbles out as I get in, drunk a bit too much, glass crashes to floor, dog walks in and out, girls with visible hang-over of too much of everything try their ringtones, a woman, holding a glass and a carton coaster, mutters to herself that this is the best way to freshen up a stale beer and acts on it (coaster on top of glass, shake glass) - and this is at five in the afternoon. Cute tattooed barmaid smiles or scoffs accordingly. Felt a bit out of place with my new silk scarf and old Dexter Wong trousers, but loved it. Dont have much pubs like that here (late-nite hangouts excepted), though L.E., my regular hangout, has kinda the same Tom Waitsy feel sometimes.
Thinking how much nimh reminds me of my son makes me smile. You and he would get on very well, I think.
Heya Swimpy ... <smiles>
What made me smile today (well, yesterday by now):
Interview with a participant of our conference on page 4 of the largest quality newspaper here.
nimh smiling again made me smile.
Today we went to Panera Bread for lunch -- it's a chain, but it has semi-demi-hemi hip pretensions, and this one happened to be in a fairly hip part of town. We ended up sitting where I had a good view of the new cashier dude, and he was very entertaining. He seemed equal parts amused and chagrined that he was actually working at Panera Bread. Grad-student type, birth-control glasses, ponytail, easy grin. He was probably a little stoned, and was making a lot of mistakes. He'd have an exchange with a pretty gal ordering something, then kinda hover his hands over the cash register, turn pink, look around hopelessly, stroke his jaw, laugh disarmingly, and then holler for the very long-suffering gal who was evidently training him. She would go plink-plink on the cash register (solving the problem), barely glare at him (she obviously liked him for all his ineffectuality) and walk off with a tiny bit of affected hauteur -- like, I know you're gonna do this again in 5 minutes, and I like you, but don't push it!!
I can so see that ...
Heya Msolga
Hi Soz...sweet little story. I've got some 32 employees in my little chain of stores. The "slighltly stoned" attitude wouldn't fly-and some of my older staff would notice that because of our, um, own past experiences. Was he truly befuddled or did he giggle a bit?
And what the hell are "birth-control glasses?"
(Without the tape in the middle. And a little bit thicker/ cooler.)
OK, I've got to ask (tho I probably will regret it). Why "birth control"? As in "wearing these limits your opportunities for reproductive activity"?
There ya go.
(Though they're cool now.) (Just to confuse things even more...)
Oh, Soz, my son wears those kind of glasses. I always called 'em Buddy Holly glasses, but birth-control...that's a hoot!
I love Panera...Asian Sesame Chicken salad..mmmmmmm
Those glasses were very trendy in the clubs around 1990-92. I had a pair of those club-girl glasses. I finally had them rebuilt into something a bit less solid-looking.
Rae brought me a bouquet of flowers, for no reason:)
