This Is Not My Beautiful Weekend

[serinde]

I have to slog into the City to give another G-D freshman orientation--yes, haul all the way in and back out on a Saturday morning for a twenty minute fucking speech about information the kiddies won't seriously need for three months yet. It's hot and humid and I'm wearing jeans, because the Crimson Tide is rushing onshore and like hell am I going to risk putting a scarlet badge on any of my summer dresses; also I am crampy and bloatish. On top of this, because my brain was mapping today as a work day, it woke me up at 6, and 6:30, and 7, each time increasingly ZOMG LATE EVERYBODY PANIC!!. Finally got up at 7:45 in disgust.

Steve, bless his little early-morning heart, made coffee while I was grouchily pulling weeds.

I toyed with the idea of sticking around in town and doing stuff, but it's too hot and I feel too foul, so will drive in, give talk, pick up champagne sparking wine at the reputedly-awesome liquor store across from campus for nedlnthred's parents' party, and escape home. (And then do grocery shopping.)

Comments

[missionista.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry about the orientation. That completely sucks. Perhaps you can use the irritation from the crimson tide to inspire them to fear you and listen to every word you say, and follow your words as if they were gospel. Hope your day gets better.

[spride.livejournal.com]

Sorry. It's utterly fucking ridiculous.

And yes, Garnet Liquors (classy name) is pretty damn good. They have a small archive of absinthes, if that's your bag, and an entire library of Fizz (over by the north wall). Good collection of French regional stuff at not-outrageous prices.

[syringavulgaris.livejournal.com]

They also have decent kirsch, and a wide variety of whisk(e)ys which I can now appreciate. Hurray!