Back to work today following my unceremonious and moderately unsettling suspension. I would have been terminated, but like death row inmates who get a stay of execution at the last minute, I got a special reprieve, the sternest of warnings, a two day suspension, and the unwavering promise that the next time I am late or call out, for an indeterminate amount of time, I am, indeed, fired. So with such a thing hanging over my head, I proceed onward.
I left at 9 am Tuesday, a bit in tears, went home and committed a good deal of the day to staying in bed, sleeping. I remembered that I had a hair appointment at 5 and discovered that we were on the last roll of toilet paper, so I stopped off at Target on the way to the salon, being very good and only purchasing toilet paper, laundry detergent, and a picture frame for the picture from Arcos of Nick kissing me, that has been sitting in its paper form on my bookcase for weeks. Got my hair done. She did an amazing job this time, much more consistant with her normal work. As I sat relating my laundry list of rubbish of late, it did sound rather shitty, yeah, it brought me down a bit. But I was glad to go home, rinse the loose hair off and get ready for dinner. Nick came down and we went to Gertrude's at the BMA. Been wanting to try that for a while, since on Tuesday's they do a reduced menu of most of their entree's for $12 (called Gertie's Cafe), and since Nick was off, we finally got to go. It was very good. I finally ordered salmon, which I enjoyed, although it would have been better without the sauce. Next time I will get the crab cake. I have had a taste for crab cakes for a long time now. The asparagus was on point, though, as was the delicious Caesar salad and bread. We got a bottle of Riesling, and I achieved a lovely form of tipsey, almost comparable to Champagne, which is a marvelous thing. Nick got a plate of barbequed pulled pork, which was very good, too. The time came for dessert. Chocolate and bourbon pecan pie and coffee-bourbon mudd cake. My God, very rich, but very, very good. We left feeling so stuffed, it was ridiculous. Lumbered our way to Ottobar and because we were so early (9:30), we commandeered a couch and sat slouched in food comas for a good while. Nick got some new clothes for work--- a gorgeous Calvin Klein blazer, which he wore that night, very slimming, a black Calvin Klein oxford, a pinstripe vest, and black trousers. It will be awesome to see the total package. Rob (no Angel) showed up a little while after us, and then Victor, Kyle, and Kristy later. Had a good time. Felt very good leaving knowing that I didn't have to go to work on Wednesday, albeit not under the best circumstances.
Felt good, atleast, that my plan for eating better this week has been followed, and we did not stop Monday or Tuesday at Subway on the way home. Monday I did not eat until dinner (Nick came over and we made three cheese tortolini and garlic bread before hitting Club Charles, where I had two very delicious espresso martini's.), Tuesday nothing till dinner at Gertrude's, yesterday nothing till 5 Guys after Nick got his hair cut, and then I did break down and go to Subway on the way home from Wind-up, mostly for absorbtion purposes. No Starbucks at all this week, and I actually feel better. Should keep such things as a treat, not an everyday affair, and since I haven't had the post-caffiene crash, I haven't had to gorge myself. I have been able to go all day before eating one decent meal.
Went for that test Monday. Have to call Tuesday for the biopsy results. Had to go to the MVA that afternoon to renew my tags (and liberate $128 from me.). Yesterday evening, Nick and I went to see Hamlet 2 with Steve Coogan, who I adore, at The Charles. It was hilarious and thoroughly offensive, and while there was definately stuff I could have done without, at its foundation was something with good intentions. Went to The Wind-up afterwards. Kept feeling like a Thursday, since Wednesday is Project Runway night (which I will have to catch the rerun of tonight). Nick is trying to go to a Ravens pre-season game tonight, and Carmin is unfortunately closing. Spent a good deal of last night at the bar trying to decide what to do with his B-day weekend, tomorrow especially. I think we have some good ideas.
We have said it a couple more times. Again, I would never want such a thing to be uttered too often, or to be merely an exercise, but the times that it has been said has made me so happy and it is what I want more than anything.
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how's it going? just wondered if you were enjoying the poetry i've been posting, what you think &c.
Yeah, I check your blog pretty much everyday. The poetry has been interesting to say the elast. Definately follows suit I would say with your regular posts. As for me, well, the blog speaks for itself haha.
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