Yes, you read those right….
Found tonight on our hotel floor:
Yes, you read that right…that would be a $99.95 bottle of Pepsi.
The writing to the right hand side of “Crib” states: “Privacy PLEASE! I’m having relations! OH YEAH!”
Found tonight on our hotel floor:
Yes, you read that right…that would be a $99.95 bottle of Pepsi.
The writing to the right hand side of “Crib” states: “Privacy PLEASE! I’m having relations! OH YEAH!”
Yesterday around lunchtime, Jason and I stopped at B&N to refuel and to get some wireless time in for me to get work done. There was a guy seated to my left reading something or other, and about an hour into me emailing and reporting, he comes over and asks me how I like my laptop.
Anyone who works with me, or with whom I chat on a regular basis knows that I’m cursed electronically. This laptop is on it’s very last legs, and my IT guy insists I come visit him in PA to come get my new one. So, I tell my new friend that on the whole, if it weren’t my personal laptop, I’d love it. But as it happens to belong to ME, it’s cursed. It translates things into Portugese, for goodness sakes!
Jason ends up talking to this guy for quite a while, while I continue working, and it turns out that he’s opening up a kind of geeky hangout spot on campus, and opening day is Saturday. Jason gets his card, and today, we checked it out. Now, I love Charlottesville like most people love chocolate. I’ve wanted to move here for a while now. I think Jason would be willing to move down just for this guy.
Here are pics of the shop:
Today, Jason and I were hanging out in Charlottesville after taking about a million pictures on the Blue Ridge Parkway (I was trying to rival Melon’s and Charissa’s skill with a camera…and came up a little short). We were eating lunch in this place called Jaberwocke, with a perfect view out of the front of the restaurant; perfect for people watching. So, they had outdoor seating and two chicks and a guy were sitting out front of us. One of the chicks had her back to me, and halfway through our lunch, she takes off her buttondown overshirt and is left with only a haltertop and beings to REMOVE HER BRA. First one strap, then the second strap, then she unhooked it in the back. Apparently, the thought of seeing brastraps exposed was just too much for her. She did all this while seated directly next to her friend the dude, who, I’m sure, got just as much of a kick out of it as I did.
We really must be in a college town. Amazing.
I have to admit. I like Dancing with the Stars. But Celebrity Duets?
Lucy Lawless. Who knew she was so hot?
So today, while sitting in the bar of our hotel, Jason and I were being chatted up by the nicest bartender I think I’ve ever met. So, I ask him to make me a coke and grenadine, as a special treat (I’ve been drinking a lot of water recently). He tells me this is called a “Roy Rogers”. Who knew? Awesome! I’m a cowboy!
Then, Jason orders a Vodka and Redbull. I had a taste, because he raves about it so. Ok, it’s fucking cough syrup. and smells like cat pee. Why would ANYONE voluntarily drink this?
Gross.
That’s right, friends, my Ipod has returned from the dead. Remember this? After my friend John Paul had to wipe it to test it’s battery (which I will never quite understand what that was all about, really) Jason and I finally got around to putting all my (read: his) music back on it.
So, it kept me company in the Cincinnati/Greater Kentucky airport today while I finished up a ton of outstanding reports.
Yay for my Ipod!
Go here and read this. Really.
This post reminded me of a day when I was still teaching in Newark. There was a boy in my class, Ben, who at 3 had probably the roughest life of anyone I have ever met. He was the sweetest kid I’ve ever had the pleasure of teaching. I had the 3-6 shift at the nursery, and as per custom, I’d leave progress notes in one of the marble bound composition notebooks we had. One afternoon, I happened to notice Ben had a particularly good afternoon, and left Jackson, the head teacher, a note about it. The next afternoon, Jackson and Ben’s aunt pulled me aside to let me know how much the note meant to both of them. Apparently no one had ever said anything good about Ben’s behavior (he was my favorite kid) enough to write it down. Jackson took the note and photocopied it for Ben’s aunt, who put it up on their fridge. I ended up having Ben at age 6 for summer camp, and he was still the same great kid, full of energy and funny as all get out. He was still living with his aunt, who let me know that note was still on her fridge.
Last night, after suffering through what might be the most annoying plane ride in my entire life (think 3 16 year old adolecent boys who haven’t yet discovered girls and think they’re the reincarnation of Johnny Knoxville just not as hot) I got my rental in Cincinnati and headed to my hotel. I knew when booking it that the Hilton Netherland Plaza was a nice place, but I was just getting a regular room. So, after tooling around for a while in the not so nice area of Cincinnati, I end up back on the highway getting off on the right exit for 5th street. The directions on this particular Hilton’s website were, shall we say, not the best. Ok, guys, when there are two exits for the same street, let the good people from out of town know which one to pick, all right? Thanks. I finally get to the hotel, park, and walk in to register. I tell my check in girl that the directions on the website were less than stellar, and I’m not sure if it was my complaint, or the fact that I stay in Hilton’s more than I stay in my own goddamn house, but she upgraded me to a junior suite. I thought to myself, ok, not bad. Then I actually SAW my room. Holy crap, batman! I walk in, pass my bathroom, into my living room. Then, I make my way into my bedroom and my MASTER bathroom. Wow! This is possibly one of the nicest hotels I’ve ever stayed in, not considering the Venetian and the place I stayed in Boca. I’ve become kind of jaded when it comes to staying places, but I guess I wasn’t expecting anything this nice.
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