Sure is nice to be living with THE Webmastah. He is responsible for the nifty links you see on top of Mr. Robotman now. Those are links to friends' blogs/Web sites. If I left anyone out, let me know and I'll put Webmaster Geoffrey right on it.
I want a mandolin SO bad. I have recurring dreams about owning and playing one. I've been looking around on the Internet and have found some cheap ones that look OK, and some really sweet ones that are a million dollars. I'll probably have to go with the cheap one for now, and if I actually play it a lot and get decent at it I can always upgrade later, eh? We shall see. If anyone wants to buy me a mandolin, feel free, 'K?
Fun days off. Pretty much did nothing yesterday -- cleaned up around the apartment and did some reading. Played chess with Geoffrey and lost, of course. If anyone has some tricky chess tricks to share, now's the time to pipe up. Most freakin' frustrating game ever. I also had dinner with some old friends -- Megan (former roommate, some of you may have met, from sophomore year) and Robin W.) from college, which was a treat. Robin I hadn't seen since graduation, but it wasn't weird at all; we all gossiped and chatted like no time had passed. Good times. Robin works for the CIA and can't talk much about her job. I think she kills people for a living, which is SOOOO cool. ;)
Today Geoffrey and I went on a bike ride. The big 22-mile ride in Baltimore is Sunday, and I'm so going to die. But at least I've got some more gear now. I now have biking gloves (good for padding your hands on long rides and preventing them from getting torn up if you fall off and get intimate with the pavement) AND, most recently, some for-real bike shorts, which Geoffrey and I call pillowpants. They're the sexy spandex numbers but with major padding for your butt and important bits. Will come in handy for long (oh, say, 22-mile) bike rides, I think.
We ended the night by walking across the street (in a zig-zag pattern, of course) to the Don Pablos and hitting happy hour. Think we're going to make a habit of it. $3 margaritas and half-price appetizers, can't beat it! Stumbled home (definitely in a zig-zag pattern) and now we're just hanging out, fighting over whether to watch cartoons or bluegrass hour on CMT. Chess later, probably.
LISTENING TO: Might pull out my DARRELL SCOTT CD later (he's the best songwriter EVER ... he wrote Travis Tritt's "Great Day to Be Alive" and the new Dixie Chicks song "Long Time Gone," which includes the following lyrics about pop country music:
"They sound tired but it ain't so Haggard/
"They got money but they don't got Cash/
"They got Junior but they don't got Hank," etc.
Yeah. ... Might also pull out PATTY LOVELESS/Mountain Soul (which has a recording of, oh! Darrell Scott's "Never Leave Harlan Alive.") Ooh! Theme day!
Stacy - 10:18 PM
Monday, October 14, 2002
It is SO cold here today! OK, well, probably not cold by most folks' standards (high 61/low 46), but almost too cold to live for me. I hate cold. It's always so awful the first cold day of the fall, but I'll eventually get used to it and maybe then it won't be so bad. I worry about winter here, though. Everyone at work thinks I'm silly (but highly amusing) for grouching about the cold now. "Wait 'til real winter," they say, then downplay how cold it actually is here is compared to where they're from, which is places like Maine, South Dakota, Minnesota, etc. Cold places, places where they don't understand the importance of SEC football for Pete's sake! How can I trust them??? ;) Being that this is the farthest north I have ever lived, I'm going to go right on worrying and grouching about the cold, thank you very much.
Taste of DC was right outside my office building all this weekend. Lots of restaurants selling samples of their specialities. I ate well this weekend, which madee tubby happy. I kept walking by the News 4 (NBC) tent, but I never saw my all-time favorite anchor, Jim Vance. Just look at him! He is SO cool. He always has this Mona Lisa smile and you wonder what he's thinking. I already knew he's supa-tough -- you can just tell -- but this weekend someone told me he rides a Harley ... AND he had a cocaine problem in the '80s. Oh yeeeeeah! Geoffrey and I have decided to try to become his friend. Not sure how we're going to accomplish this, but we feel sure it will happen one day.
Oh! Geoffrey and I finally had our anniversary dinner last week. He took me to a fancypants restaurant, the Carlyle Grand that was very yummy, but very loud. I got to order a $7 cosmopolitan AND a dessert at the end (a chocolate waffle ... oh my God, tubby happy). My meal in between all that was a seared tuna salad, very chi-chi, oui? It was very good times.
Today I am homesick a little. The thing I like about fall is leaves, but I don't see many of those nowadays. There are plenty to be seen relatively nearby (as in a short drive), but still. Much as I cursed my stupid pecan trees in Anderson that dropped a hundred billion leaves all in one day, it was kinda cool to be able to kick the leaves along as I walked to the mailbox and waved to my neighbors on the way back inside. And the mountains in fall ... ooohh. Don't get me started.
LISTENING TO: Same old stuff as last couple of entries. This is good, though, because it means I am sticking to my CD moratorium. What a good girl I am. Help ... me ...
Stacy - 11:31 PM
