The Daily Sabs

This evening we broke from the usual nerd Friday routine by hanging
out with a few other nerds. It was blake's birthday and he was having
an ice cream and tasty beverage party. But before we went, Randall and
I met up with Alejandra and ammon. We had some tasty foods and caught
up with old pals. A hearts A are expecting a baby soon so we gotta see
them now while we can!

Afterwards, we all headed to blake's where we wished him a happy
birthday, had some ice cream floats, and then took the nerd spots on
the couch. We wallflowered the party for a while and then promised to
take the birthday boy to dinner another time. It's just been a long
week.

Ps. Randall says the terrorist bump should now be called the Nobel
peace bump.

i looked over this evening and thought our couch looked rather cinematic. somedays i don't really need more than that.

ps. i saw 500 days of summer tonight, it was really cute and adorable, and sort of not what i was expecting. interestingly enough, it was the unexpected that made it more refreshing.

I spent the afternoon attaching my business card to little gift bags of candy. Yes I realize, it's a bit of a bribe, but I figure that since my friendship can be won with treats, maybe I can win someone else's with treats. Also, I like to make folks smile, and 99% of the time, candy does the trick. So even if we can't be pals, we can share a smile over some smarties and twix. And besides, I work for SUGAR, and we sort of live up to the name, so it's only appropriate.

long story short, if you're in Chicago for Blogher, come find me! I have candy and friendship for you!
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i got home pretty late last night. not quite early enough to be morning, but definitely later than evening. when i arrived home, i had this hat. i have no idea what it's for, other than it looks like it's supposed to be a bobby hat.

oi guv'nor! there's a new sheriff in town!

i’m not sure how, but this afternoon i ended up taking a break in order to hunt down bad tattoos on flickr. The game went like this. Pick a band (any band) and search “bandname tattoo” - the results were mostly hilarious, and while there were many morrissey faces (several in which he sort of looks bloated), mostly there were lyrics. Seems like folks like to have lyrics printed on them. I mean, dude, check this one guy out, he has them all over (sidenote: if this is you, um, i’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at the 60 year old you with saggy ben gibbard lyrics all over your body — and we all know how I feel about ben gibbard).

when I was looking at all of these, I thought it would be fun to make today’s photo something i would've done in college, but thankfully didn't. however, I can’t write backwards with a thick eyeliner that well, and the markers didn’t work so good. so this wouldn't look like what i would've done, but it is the phrase i probably would've picked. And the photo is moody because duh, if this was a real I obviously would’ve been helluva emo.

ps. bonus points if you can name my lyrical reference.

pps. after work and standard friday beer o'clock, i met randall, eric and kele for dinner at bar jules. it was good and solid, but not worth going back, the halibut was a little salty and the cost a bit too much.

when scottel arrived at our house yesterday, he was scruffy, dirty, and looking like an old man. it's amazing what a shower and a shave can do. i'm not sure when the last time i saw him cleanly shaven was, but it's blowing my mind. i mean now he looks 17. and if he's 17, that means i'm younger than that and that logic works for me.

ps. randall and i having been playing dogwalker lately, we're going to steal that sushi dog if they're not careful.

pps. too hot today, too hot.

 

the last few nights have been a bit of a struggle. this cold has made it difficult to breathe and apparently there is something in my bedroom that is trying to kill me. i don't know if it's extra dusty or what, but i am so over waking up coughing my innards out, deciding it's not worth it, and then sleeping on the couch. so today i braved the room and cleaned it all out, vacuumed every corner, dusted every nook and washed all sheets. in the process, i went into a cough attack, but if i can get a good night's sleep it will have been worth it. wish me luck.

if you're wondering why randall didn't help it's because he now has the flu and was fever sleeping on the couch. and yes, this makes it all of like 10 days in the last 5 weeks where we were both healthy. something tells me we could probably use more vitamins, sleep, and all that good stuff. god i hope this is the end of the cycle.

ps. i hate the inhaler, it makes me feel all speedy, so naturally after using it last night, i could not get back to sleep.

pps. i am so tired of whining about being sick. wah wah wah. so over it, as i'm sure the rest of you are.

beer o'clock is often followed by passout o'clock. however it is not usually followed by "i have a fever, my joints hurt, and i feel like shit i'm going to passout" o'clock. tonight is proving to be the exception.

And well, I've either suddenly developed an allergy to white wine (yah yah, wine counts for beer o'clock, don't make molly fight you on this one) or the allergy tickle i've been feeling all day was not an allergy symptom, but an apparent full blown cold.

either way, things are not looking good for tomorrow's birthday o'clock.

ps. i have never been sick on my birthday before (unless i was and have blocked all memory of it)

pps. i am 99.5% sure we are going to have to cancel tomorrow's dinner reservations. will i never get to eat at incanto?

ppps. i don't think i've ever been sick this many times in a year. is this what happens when you get old? waaaah.

this was supposed to be a pic of me at the sugar hq holiday party, belting out the right stuff with annie, rachel and krista on backup. as you can clearly tell, it is not. i have misplaced the camera and can only hope that it's in the office somewhere (preferably on my desk) and not say, in the back of the taxi cab (where i'm sure it must be).

and instead of being in a jovial giddy mood where i tell you that although the karaoke machine did not have just a gigalo, i managed to belt out the banana boat song (that's right, the "DAY-OHHHHH" song) and cause shocked expressions of delight, panic, and awe on my co-workers faces, and how the party turned out to be a load of fun, i'm in a shitty mood and am telling you about how i'm slightly drunk (after all there was a lot of prosecco flowing tonight), more than a little bit angry at myself, and am now moping around the house. all of your are glad not to be randall right now.

also i just got off the phone with morm. we got into a dumb argument (go figure) and she hung up on me. only it wasn't in the usual way where she doesn't say goodbye and just hangs up (honestly, she does this, i am often just left holding the phone in awe), but in the way where she bitterly says, "fine, do what you want" and I semi-drunkenly say "wait, what i mean is..." only to realize that she hung up on me.

so in summary, camera = lost, sabs = upset mopey and drunk, picture = not as good as i intended - pretty crappy actually

ps. if you found my camera, please don't look at all the photos, there's like 25 outtakes from the daily sabs, and all of them are pretty terrible.

pps. single ladies, if he likes it then he should put a ring on it - brian make sure katie doesn't get one too soon.

ppps. sorry to anybody who actually enjoys proper grammar. usually this site is terrible, but that 2nd paragraph is nearly incomprehensible, and for that i apologize.

something about today was too long. it simultaneously dragged on and went by too fast, and I was crazy exhausted by the end of it. so when buger called to see what was up for dinner, i knew that the little chihuahua would be a good call.

she has a friend from australia who is visiting -- he's a bit like tuttle and johnny rolled together, but with a thicker accent and a jauntier scarf -- and he was in the mood for a tasty burrito. the food there is delicious (burger had a burrito with plantains in it!), but the "margaritas" are more like citrusy white sangria.

randall and i arrived first and so we ordered a carafe and ate some chips. burger's friend was trying to get a glass to join us in the carafe, but they gave him a big ol' glass full of margarita instead. burger wasn't drinking, hugh had his own glass, and randall was driving; this meant the carafe was mostly mine. i don't have problems with that.