Judecorp.

Just came back from breakfast at Sorella's. They're pricey but they're so, so good. I had pumpkin raisin french toast and Jen had banana peanut butter french toast. We split a side of home fries and a side of sausage. She got the better deal - mine was good but hers was way better. I know what I will order next time around. (We go there every couple of months.)

Yesterday we spent the afternoon at the beach with my coworker Marti. Jen was originally not coming but then decided to come after a whole lot of drama in the morning. It wasn't very warm but we did go into the water mid-thigh and played a little Yahtzee on beach blankets. I think Jen won both times. Jen got sunburned on the backs of her knees/calves - ouch!

I got my hair cut after that and I managed to snap a couple of pictures of The Dark Overlord (vlindinhauer) which I will have to upload tomorrow or something. It was a good time and I tried to get him in trouble by his boss but I was unsuccessful. (Oops.)

We headed up north from there to go to tool_of_satan and Kristine's game night. I once again got my butt whooped at Ticket To Ride and did not win 10 Days in Europe either. Both times, I was completely and utterly blocked by bluekniggit because he is Just So Mean. But I got to at least outwit him a little bit and knock his manhood, so it all balances out. Besides, I don't have any strong desire to win, especially at Ticket To Ride because I am always dead last. CHOO CHOO. We headed out early because I just wasn't feeling the games last night, apparently. But lorac blew some kisses at me and that always makes it worth it. And we had cannoli. (I'm glad lorac is back from Japan.)

Last night, cappuccinogrl called me from the Paul Simon concert she went to, and he sang "Mrs. Robinson" into my voicemail. It was hard to make out because it kept cutting out (too loud, probably?) but I did get a "woah woah" out of the deal and some musical interludes. Yay, thanks!

I am leaving soon for Parts West so that buddhafly4224 and I can totally Nerd Out at the American Idol concert in Hahtfud. Holy crap, we are going to be the dorkiest people ever - but I will be thinking of you, drainbead! Before that I think we're going to crash a cook-out in Northampton very briefly pre-concert to party with hope_persists which should be awesome! (I will be thinking of you, jadefu, when I am in your town for a minute!)

OMGZERS IF ACE YOUNG IS THERE I WILL DIE 11!!oneone!111! Bring the sperm collection cups!

(I really just wanted to see how many lj users I could stick in one post. So let me add a few more: whirledpeas, I love you; crena, I miss you; lemur68, I keep forgetting to mail you those pants (sorry); sassywoman, I am so happy you are knocked up; and vishudda_spin, best of luck on Monday!)

I guess I must be pretty good at my job because my boss was singing my praises to our new hire this afternoon. Of course, she also told me she hated me after I said that I hated her and her malicious lies. Aaah, the lunch table. My boss is a 20ish-year-older version of me, possibly even a little /more/ inappropriate. Good times.

She said today that I gave the most unpretentious interview she'd ever had, that I laid everything on the table the minute I met her. I thought that was funny, because I don't believe there's any such thing as an interview without even a /little/ pretense. I told her I was sure that I was self-checking for inappropriate comments and she said she was, too. Ha! I [heart] her.

It's going to be winter soon and thus will begin the season of the year when I hate my job. So I suppose I should document some of its praises now while I can still remember them. Of course, if we can get through the winter without a blizzard, that would be a definite improvement.

My Jennifer had a job interview yesterday for a job she hopes she's offered. While I would love for her to have a (non-retail) job offer that is closer to her field with a better salary, I don't really want to be here in Boston. I want my crunchy hippie house in Easthampton, dang it! But if she gets it, we're probably much more likely to own a semi-spacious condo in Dorchester or Roxbury. Which, for the record, is not at all where I want to own property or raise crunchy hippie granola children. In case that wasn't abundantly clear.

I need a haircut. Time for another call in to the Dark Overlord.