Allison Williams (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} aliwilliams) wrote,@ 2008-05-02 16:56:00 |
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The song "Iron Man" is giving me flashbacks to listening to our high school's marching band
Pet peeve: People whose e-mail signatures ask you, the recipient, to "think twice" before printing. Shut up, seriously. Anyway, I've done so much this week. Unfortunately, "work" isn't one of the many things I've managed to fit in. Well, some! Kinda.
It's been a week of Having Plans, with drinks almost every day with a different, equally drunky group of friends. Tuesday was old (2 jobs ago) coworkers, the Museums crew, who are artsy and cool. Three drinks in, someone announced "Can I say something? Why haven't we talked about the election yet?" Good question! I also got to get the inside scoop on a book club I can crash.
Then we had a good Bar Hop Wednesday. Well done, everyone—it went late, decent turnout, Katie danced. Derekh and I were trading movie quotes and I totally got both "No more secrets" and "He touched my breast!" immediately, introducing the possibility that Derekh and I may have traded brains at some point.
Thursday was also solid, with ex-coworker Dan's last day at Metro (this city is just turning into one sprawling mass of my ex-coworkers). We celebrated that momentous occasion with styrofoam cups of beer at a bra-littered dive down near the Seaport. It was very Key Westy, down to the grizzled old drunks in polo shirts at the bar. Also may end up as a Bar Hop spot.
And today was meeting up with more visiting ex-coworkers; we took our boss's credit card and bought lunch for ourselves. I still don't like Chipotle, but free Chipotle is better than some other things. Like being at work. I made tentative plans to get an amazing Copper River Salmon meal (nine courses! six wines!) for mid-May when I go home for the weekend, but that might not pan out. Regardless, our whole immediately family should end up in the same place for the first time in three years, so that's exciting.
This weekend: Anyone want to have brunch at 10:30 or 11 am, on the Lower East Side, on Sunday? Other than that, I've got Iron Man and Maggie's party tonight, so my odds of having popcorn for dinner and being out too late & getting too drunk are tipped to favor of immaturity.
Pet peeve: People whose e-mail signatures ask you, the recipient, to "think twice" before printing. Shut up, seriously. Anyway, I've done so much this week. Unfortunately, "work" isn't one of the many things I've managed to fit in. Well, some! Kinda.
It's been a week of Having Plans, with drinks almost every day with a different, equally drunky group of friends. Tuesday was old (2 jobs ago) coworkers, the Museums crew, who are artsy and cool. Three drinks in, someone announced "Can I say something? Why haven't we talked about the election yet?" Good question! I also got to get the inside scoop on a book club I can crash.
Then we had a good Bar Hop Wednesday. Well done, everyone—it went late, decent turnout, Katie danced. Derekh and I were trading movie quotes and I totally got both "No more secrets" and "He touched my breast!" immediately, introducing the possibility that Derekh and I may have traded brains at some point.
Thursday was also solid, with ex-coworker Dan's last day at Metro (this city is just turning into one sprawling mass of my ex-coworkers). We celebrated that momentous occasion with styrofoam cups of beer at a bra-littered dive down near the Seaport. It was very Key Westy, down to the grizzled old drunks in polo shirts at the bar. Also may end up as a Bar Hop spot.
And today was meeting up with more visiting ex-coworkers; we took our boss's credit card and bought lunch for ourselves. I still don't like Chipotle, but free Chipotle is better than some other things. Like being at work. I made tentative plans to get an amazing Copper River Salmon meal (nine courses! six wines!) for mid-May when I go home for the weekend, but that might not pan out. Regardless, our whole immediately family should end up in the same place for the first time in three years, so that's exciting.
This weekend: Anyone want to have brunch at 10:30 or 11 am, on the Lower East Side, on Sunday? Other than that, I've got Iron Man and Maggie's party tonight, so my odds of having popcorn for dinner and being out too late & getting too drunk are tipped to favor of immaturity.
