ladies and gentlemen, much to my chagrin, the house husband days are over. randall is back on the worker bee train. i thought i'd let you know just in case the stripes, wings and antennae didn't give it away.
and while losing the house husband is a bit sad, not feeling guilty when we go out for sushi dinner (which we did tonight nom nom!) is sort of worth it.
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!
after work, molly, dk, kjell, and i went to check out a new bar near our office. it's called rickhouse (named after the warehouses where whiskey barrels are aged) and it's from the folks behind bourbon and branch. it was also packed, and had a 28 page menu that included a table of contents. i had a delicious drink that was mixed up by a bartender in an old-timey outfit. in fact all the staff were in old-timey outfits: ties, vests, button up shirts, pomaded hair, and moustaches. molly remarked that the bouncer might want to wear a different outfit. i had to agree. it's hard to take him as a person of power. me however, i'm sure i look like a pillar of authority.
so say, what'you havin'?
ps. julie - sorry if you showed up and we were already gone, we tried to order a second drink but it was taking far too long to get any of the old-timey bartender's attention so we left.
my mom called me this evening just to chat. she wanted to know what i do for a living - even though we've been over this a thousand times - and eventually i had to settle with "i help people build websites." despite my cs/art background, she didn't believe it was something i could do and doesn't quite understand - she barely could explain to folks when i wrote online for a living, so you can see where this might be a bit hard for her to wrap her head around. i've also been trying to convince her to start her own site, but much to your loss (and believe me, this is a great loss), she doesn't want to.
if my mom had a blog it would be full of great things like this random story she told me tonight.
she recently read about a taiwanese police chief who committed suicide in his office. the office has been changed into some sort of resting area for long shifts, but folks would rather sleep in their squad cars because they swear they can hear the chief calling out their name. you know, a typical ghost story. however my mom's thinks she knows why he's haunting them. (1) because they need to clear his name in the investigation that made him commit suicide, and the more import reason to her (2) the pictures they showed of the resting area are filthy with algae growing in the tiles and if it was her she would definitely haunt these people until they cleaned the room and made it less disgusting.
that's right, my mom says the ghost is haunting them because the bathroom is dirty.
ps. i apologize for the ridic and wrinkled costume. i didn't have enough time to properly do it up before my midnight deadline.
