So, Saturday, after a full day's work, I went out with the gang. I
loved Swig. I loved the dark panelling and the jazz music and the kick-ass dirty vodka martinis. Unfortunately, the gang hated the pricey drinks and pretentious crowd, so after a while we went to another club. Still, all in all, had a good time and was careful not to drink too much.
Although that seemed to make no difference to my head in the morning. But I glugged some Gatorade and popped some aspirin and was ready to go when JP took me to the early showing of
Stranger Than Fiction. I thought it was a terrific movie! I don't know if I am seeing through clear eyes, given that I am an Emma Thompson fan and a Will Farrell freak. But I liked the story and how they went about telling it. Wonderful and highly recommended, especially if you are a bibliophile. *literary squee*
Afterwards, I came home and slept like the dead. Huzzah for loooong afternoon naps!
Later, the whole family (sans Davy-boy, who is sick) turned up for dinner at Outback Steakhouse to celebrate various December birthdays and anniversaries. I got lots of cool gifties and one disgusting cake. Here's a question for the cooks: does substituting olive oil for regular vegetable oil make a cake taste like ass? My sister, bless her and her wannabe-McGyver intentions, did this and I was just wondering. Hee, hee.
Oh, yeah and I got a third compliment on my
haiku t-shirt. Almost no one in San Antonio gets this, save the bitter service industry. Ah, well.
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