At midnight tonight, @Home cable internet went bankrupt and this website went off the air. Comedy ensued. As I type this, I'm still off the air, and will continue with my December journal even though no one can access it. I hope to be public again by the New Year.
Tonight was Kristin's Going Away party at Six Arms. They reserved the entire top floor for us, and we filled it. She's driving from Seattle to Maine with a boat on top of her car. I told her at least she didn't have five cats. And that's speaking from experience.
I am proud to announce that Jon was told on his third hospital visit that he has mono. So there.
CD's I am embarassed that I don't own:
Death Cab For Cutie: Photo Album
Modest Mouse: Everywhere and his Nasty Parlour Tricks
Les Savy Fav: Go Forth
Radiohead: I Might Be Wrong (Live Tracks)
I dyed my hair brown tonight. Now I'm going to watch West Wing. My evening is complete.
Qdoba told Sean they are not hiring, so it's yet another job that's not gonna happen. He went to Lee's in frustration, I cleaned out the kitchen cupboards. Stress relief.
So about that Thanksgiving.....
We called Jon around noon to see what the timeline was for the day - cooking and such. We knew that the turkey should be in the oven by then. He didn't answer and I panicked, because I knew how sick he was the night before. Sure enough, he called about ten minutes later to say that he was at the hospital again, and they are now calling it strep throat, although that seems like a vague diagnosis to me; I'm not buying it. I think it's mononucleosis.
SO! That leaves us with the groceries and a fat dripping turkey and Sean and I looking each other up and down ("I can eat the sweet potatoes, can you handle the turkey and mashed potatoes?" "I'll take the turkey if you take the....... okay this isn't gonna work") In a mad dash I called Starbucks, who got Truly on the horn to organize employees to come over after work and have Thanksgiving at our house. She did an awesome job.
I've been avoiding the journal on purpose.... it's been a difficult week to write about.
Tuesday night the three of us went grocery shopping and spent $85, which really isn't too bad considering it's Thanksgiving dinner for six. Anyhoo, we got everything except for drinks (Marc) and dessert (Jon's Mom). We split up the groceries so Sean & I could prepare some at home and Jon could fit everything else into his kitchen. Wednesday night at midnight Jon called - he just got home from the hospital. Turns out he didn't have the flu this week - he has a virus. He left the hospital with a few prescriptions and doctor's orders: he has to fast for two days. He called everyone to say that Thanksgiving will be delayed until this weekend.
I worked at 4:15 a.m. and it was totally slow since all of our regulars were at home sleeping in. I was extremely tired because I had these horrible nightmares - three in a row - right after Jon called. They were so bad I had to wake up Sean and make him talk to me until I could fall back asleep so I wouldn't slip into another nightmare.
Of course, Jon's parents couldn't make it back out for the weekend, so now it will just be the four of us. They were here Thursday and took Marc to Marie Callendar's for Thanksgiving dinner (after looking for a good place to eat for 2+ hours) and Jon's Mom gave Marc two pies for this weekend. I missed them yet again. I haven't seen them since my trip to Yakima last August.
Sean and I drove around trying to find something to feed and entertain ourselves. He had a chicken dinner from Safeway's deli, I had broccoli and cheese. We rented two movies. I had to open again the next day. It was slow again. Grrrr......
So tomorrow, Sunday, is supposedly the big day for the four of us to have Thanksgiving dinner, but I just visited Jon tonight (forcing him to watch the movie Dogs in Space) and I must say I'll be impressed if we pull it off. He's still very sick. The turkey is just sitting in Jon's fridge, completely thawed and nearing the danger zone. The potatoes have been peeled since Wednesday night and probably taste like the interior of our fridge by now.
I also left a message for Marc tonight just begging him to help me with some Photoshop issues so I can streamline my work for Johnston Architects, as I know there's just got to be a shortcut lurking in there somewhere, but I don't know it.
You should see our Halloween pumpkins. They're still by our front door. The head of mine collapsed.
Some time last night someone smashed the window in Sean's car and stole everything out of it. He noticed when he left for a job interview, and had to miss the interview to stay home for the police report. It made today a very bad day. Sean then held me until I fell asleep for a nap after work, made phone calls until he found a side mirror for my car and a new window for his car, and woke me up with dinner.
He needs a good thing soon.
Did I tell you we're doing Thanksgiving dinner this year? Sean's Thanksgiving is in October, and I'm vegetarian, so there's usually no need for Thanksgiving dinners with us, but this year we're having a real, family-like dinner with Jon, his brother Marc, and his parents, and I'm so excited! Jon's doing the turkey and stuffing, we're doing sides, and Marc is doing.... well, we're not sure yet. And Jon's Mom may be assigned to dessert, but the plans aren't finalized yet. I can tell you that Jon's place will be creatively assembled to provide for a dinner for six. Keep in mind how small his kitchen is.
Take a look at the journal entries so far for this month. The pictures include the kitchen floor, me cradling a bundt cake in the kitchen, my refrigerator, and Jamey's salad bowls. Obsession?
Tonight I made macaroni & cheese and cupcakes and the boys worked on concrete stuff in the garage.
Yup. Pretty dang exciting.
Back from New York City.... what a chaotic 4 days I've had!
Security at airports is crazy - I got to SeaTac about two hours early and needed that whole time to get through ticketing and security. And this was for a 6:30 a.m. flight! On the plane I had a cocktail of gin & tonic and a valium from Tijuana, and don't remember much after that. Grandma and my cousin Ben arrived at LaGuardia an hour after me (perfect!) so we were able to catch a ride to the hotel together.
We stayed at the Crowne Plaza - but I kept forgetting the name so I'd tell cabbies Crown Royal, Royal Crown, Royal Plaza, Come On Now, and they'd finally figure out what I meant. It was at 49th and Broadway so we were on Times Square again! The crew wasn't near as fun as last year's crew at DoubleTree, and they had no room service or food anywhere after ten p.m., which we found strange (especially on our schedule). Otherwise it was still a nice stay.
Friday night Grandma took me to see 42nd Street and she bought me a fake Gucci (Jim Gucci) purse on the street. Before I left New York I also got Sean a fake Movado (Joe Movado) watch and a Jim Gucci watch for myself. I went to two different Starbucks - one at Times Square and one by the italian restaurant we went to with my cousin Jeremy, and although they were good, I still love my store the best.
I left the hotel at 1 a.m. Saturday night and caught a cab to the (empty) airport and sat and scribbled notes and read for four hours. The flights back were uneventful as I slept most of the way back. I pulled down that food tray, threw a pillow on it, leaned over (*thunk*), and slept on it that way for two hours, neanderthal style. No shame.