Oh, well look. Another photo of my snaps set against the beautiful background of my pine green mom car. Lovely.Today was kind of weird. First, we had a meeting where my boss showed us some new computer applications. Mostly, we sat for over an hour, while he kept trying different things to see if they'd work. On the way out of the meeting, one of my co-workers said, "Maybe if I splashed some coffee in my eyes, it would help me wake-up." Amen and hallelujah.
I also got pulled to work an orientation day. I was supposed to lead a big group of parents from one building, to a room in another one. These things are usually pretty well organized, but today they didn't give me my room assignment until the last minute, so I didn't have time to find out where I was going. I led these poor suburban Chicago parents to the copy center and a few more rooms before it was all over. At one point a mom asked, "Oh my gawd. Are we lAAAst?" (that means "lost" in Chicago speak) I felt like a big, gigantic asshole.
Finally, tonight I stopped at the Picador to offer my condolences to a friend who's brother just died. I only stayed a minute, because it was late and I needed to get home. Even though it was a sad occasion, it brought tons of friends together. I haven't seen that many people in the downstairs or the beer garden of the Picador, since it was still called Gabes. The great part, was that most of the people there were folks I used to hang out with about ten years ago. It was like stepping back in time to 1997, except everyone had a few more tattoos, some had bigger bellies and they didn't seem to be drinking quite as irresponsibly.
Okay, so now I'm very tired and I need to get my beauty sleep. Actually, I need all of your beauty sleep too.
9 comments:
Churlita,
I'm reminded of the old adage: You can never go back. Or; you can never stick your foot in the same river twice.
rel
Well I would give you some of my beauty sleep but Mr.Giggles took most of mine.. If I can spare any ...I will gladly share...
We had a long drawn-out meeting on Monday, too. Only we didn't have any computer applications to break the monotony. I would've sat through a session of Excel training rather than deal with the meeting we had.
sounds like a Monday for sure. Especially the last minute "organization" part.
And now on to Tuesday! Tada!
I love the ChicAAAAgo speak. Perfect!
Coffee in the eyes - a great line!
In fact, this was one of those posts full of great lines, so naturally, I wish you more weird days.
The flowers are so beautiful. I'm tired of everyone here raving about So. Cal's fabulous gardens. Yeah. All year round. Snooze. And jasmine smells great, but it's the ugliest plant or bush or tree or whatever it is. We hardly ever get the intensely fresh blossoms.
Oh, the Superfan accent. I especially love how "tree" is a number, not a plant.
Sorry to hear about your friend's loss. These things are never easy, but they are defnitely easier when surrounded by friends.
Seeing the old gang always makes me sort of bummed. The hair is thinner, if at all, the bellies bigger, as you said, and the stories get sadder and and more bleak.
Rel,
I don't think I want to go back, it was just nice to see some of those folks again.
Babybull,
I shouldn't even talk about sleep deprivation when you still have a baby.
Tara,
That's scary.
NotFainthearted,
Yea! Tuesday.
Poptart,
It's good that you love it, since you live there and hear it everyday.
Booda Baby,
Thanks for the wish...I think.
Brando,
Thanks.
My uncle is from the Southside and he still says, "Youse guys" and "Eyetalian".
Evil-E,
Actually, this was okay. Nobody was too awful bad, but I left early. It could have gotten more depressing later.
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