oh. so tired.
Mar. 26th, 2006 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I am so tired. Drowsy. Logy. Heavy.
Have had half a bottle of wine.
Got out to the parking lot, having waited for and taken the shuttle, and was actually walking through the rows of cars with my keys in my hand, and then I said out loud to myself, "I don't remember parking the car today." And then I stopped short, and was silent for a full second, and then I pulled my cellphone out of my bag, and called Z, and said, "You dropped me off today, didn't you? You have the car."
"Yes?"
"I'm in Long-Term Lot B on Holtz Rd. across from the Sleep Inn, and I need you to come get me."
25 minutes later he showed up. I am so fucking brilliant.
Anyhow.
Then he took me home and fed me leftovers from last night, and I made ice cream because Friday, when I had the car, I stopped by Wegman's, and bought heavy cream. HA HA.
I discovered that frozen raspberries (no sugar added) taste fucking awesome in vanilla homemade ice cream if you also add crushed gingersnap-oreos. (Newman makes them-- Newman-Os, Ginger-O flavored. SO good.)
Mom called today; told me about the weekend, about how mortified Ann's boyfriend Vijay is that we all think he's pretty (oh my God, he's half Swedish and half Indian and has this gorgeous medium-brown complexion and these pale brown eyes and glossy black hair, and he's just pretty, which is entirely not what he thinks of himself as), and how polite, well-raised he is, and also how polite and well-raised and NYCity-boyish and yet deferential and thoughtful cousin Maureen's fiancee Tim is.
And then she handed me over to Dad, who had more information about my poor uncle, and I want to talk about it but am too tired at the moment. But he mentioned that Aunt Maggie was so distressed the other night that when she spoke to him about Judy, she spoke in Judy's accent. (Judy, after thirty-some years living in Norway married to a (native Norwegian) English teacher, daughter of a Manhattanite, has a very distinctive, sort of clipped accent.)
And I thought that was a kind of creepy little detail. ("When she spoke to me, she was Judy," he said.)
I am in quite a good mood. Z and I, we share wavelengths. Which is cute. I wish we had days off together, like, ever.
Have had half a bottle of wine.
Got out to the parking lot, having waited for and taken the shuttle, and was actually walking through the rows of cars with my keys in my hand, and then I said out loud to myself, "I don't remember parking the car today." And then I stopped short, and was silent for a full second, and then I pulled my cellphone out of my bag, and called Z, and said, "You dropped me off today, didn't you? You have the car."
"Yes?"
"I'm in Long-Term Lot B on Holtz Rd. across from the Sleep Inn, and I need you to come get me."
25 minutes later he showed up. I am so fucking brilliant.
Anyhow.
Then he took me home and fed me leftovers from last night, and I made ice cream because Friday, when I had the car, I stopped by Wegman's, and bought heavy cream. HA HA.
I discovered that frozen raspberries (no sugar added) taste fucking awesome in vanilla homemade ice cream if you also add crushed gingersnap-oreos. (Newman makes them-- Newman-Os, Ginger-O flavored. SO good.)
Mom called today; told me about the weekend, about how mortified Ann's boyfriend Vijay is that we all think he's pretty (oh my God, he's half Swedish and half Indian and has this gorgeous medium-brown complexion and these pale brown eyes and glossy black hair, and he's just pretty, which is entirely not what he thinks of himself as), and how polite, well-raised he is, and also how polite and well-raised and NYCity-boyish and yet deferential and thoughtful cousin Maureen's fiancee Tim is.
And then she handed me over to Dad, who had more information about my poor uncle, and I want to talk about it but am too tired at the moment. But he mentioned that Aunt Maggie was so distressed the other night that when she spoke to him about Judy, she spoke in Judy's accent. (Judy, after thirty-some years living in Norway married to a (native Norwegian) English teacher, daughter of a Manhattanite, has a very distinctive, sort of clipped accent.)
And I thought that was a kind of creepy little detail. ("When she spoke to me, she was Judy," he said.)
I am in quite a good mood. Z and I, we share wavelengths. Which is cute. I wish we had days off together, like, ever.
