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Jun. 13th, 2005 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So. First. Pictures, as promised.
(An XO is, I believe, an Executive Officer. So, really, their boss.)
Dave and I went down to Bidwell/Elmwood to check out this joint with "Mediterranean food", because we were both jonesing hardcore for schwarmas. (Schwarmae?)
Sahara Grill, it's called. Authentic? Not so much. Buncha white boy waiters had to phone up the chef at home to find out how to brew Turkish coffee, and they still made it too weak. But, they gave it to us free. And the whole meal with a buncha appetizers and some fatoush wound up being under $30.
Now we're both totally jittery and on edge from drinking a whole damn pot of free Turkish coffee. Woo. Hee. Eegh. Yah. I need gin. Lots of gin. Or perhaps a walk. Oh yes. A walk. And then I will come back. And post about the thing with the stuff. What? Oh yes. Dave. He's psyching himself up for an Interview on Monday. For which he is a shoo-in. He's wandering around all jittery talking about VOIP and game faces. And BCMs. And Nortel. And, he's all jittery. Yeah.
I need pants. I don't think I can go for a walk in the underpants I'm wearing. Though it's tempting. Pants are overrated.
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XO Angels This is what Dawn, Amy, and Katy gave the departing XO as their gift-- they put it in a frame. Apparently this is what the other XOs called them, so they thought they'd play it up. Made some shirts with markers, borrowed some M9s, and had fun. [Ed note: Please do not Photoshop any dudes in black hoods or leashes into this picture.] |
(An XO is, I believe, an Executive Officer. So, really, their boss.)
Dave and I went down to Bidwell/Elmwood to check out this joint with "Mediterranean food", because we were both jonesing hardcore for schwarmas. (Schwarmae?)
Sahara Grill, it's called. Authentic? Not so much. Buncha white boy waiters had to phone up the chef at home to find out how to brew Turkish coffee, and they still made it too weak. But, they gave it to us free. And the whole meal with a buncha appetizers and some fatoush wound up being under $30.
Now we're both totally jittery and on edge from drinking a whole damn pot of free Turkish coffee. Woo. Hee. Eegh. Yah. I need gin. Lots of gin. Or perhaps a walk. Oh yes. A walk. And then I will come back. And post about the thing with the stuff. What? Oh yes. Dave. He's psyching himself up for an Interview on Monday. For which he is a shoo-in. He's wandering around all jittery talking about VOIP and game faces. And BCMs. And Nortel. And, he's all jittery. Yeah.
I need pants. I don't think I can go for a walk in the underpants I'm wearing. Though it's tempting. Pants are overrated.
