yesterday...
Aug. 12th, 2004 07:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicide...kicked all kinds of ass.
Good day at work. Then watched the food network, which was having some lamb-a-palooza thing going on. So by the end of it, I was dying for a gyro.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
devinluvsrussia called post work and we agreed to meet at Greenlake, and I offered to pick up some gyros for us.
Devin always knows the best spots and clued me into The Mad Greek on 15th/85thNW. Holy fuck that was a good gyro. We met at the patio area outside World Wrapps and inhaled our food.
Devin, having worked too hard, too long, and on an empty stomach was completely punch drunk hilarious with exhaustion. It was one of those good-times where if one of you says "PEANUT BUTTER" in just the right tone, the other one of you spits out a beverage through the nose.
We shifted to the grass, lounging before our walk, frightening all passing people.
It eventually came to pass that after her grueling day, it was really best to skip the walk and head our separate ways. I needed to be at Ballard Pool by 8 for Lap Swim anyway.
I went home, chatted with Hobbes, and then went off for a power swim. It's been really nice doing that again. I'm contemplating taking their water aerobics class on Tues/Thurs nights, too. I love the water, but I hate what chlorine does to my hair. Oh well.
Came home, puttered around, and then Devin called. Clearly, more fun was to be had. Met up with her for late night Swedish pancake fun. We were obnoxious, but luckily didn't get tossed out.
By 11:30 we ran out of energy and slunk off to our respective homes to sleep and prepare for our individual early mornings.
After all that, I collapsed into bed, only to find that I couldn't sleep. Much tossing and turning and bizarre dreams.
Most of what I remember: Joaquin Phoenix (who my friend Stacey worships, so I vaguely feel like I cheated on her with her boyfriend) and I were in love, but had to hide it because one of my psychotic aunts wanted to marry him. I think he was a priest, too. But also Pakistani. And it ended with my hiding in the bathroom with my favorite aunt, having to roughly saw off the wings of some giant bat-bug creature which is an actual enemy from Final Fantasy X. Huh.
That part was gross. Making out with Joaquin didn't suck. He's a great kisser.
Good day at work. Then watched the food network, which was having some lamb-a-palooza thing going on. So by the end of it, I was dying for a gyro.
devinluvsrussia called post work and we agreed to meet at Greenlake, and I offered to pick up some gyros for us.Devin always knows the best spots and clued me into The Mad Greek on 15th/85thNW. Holy fuck that was a good gyro. We met at the patio area outside World Wrapps and inhaled our food.
Devin, having worked too hard, too long, and on an empty stomach was completely punch drunk hilarious with exhaustion. It was one of those good-times where if one of you says "PEANUT BUTTER" in just the right tone, the other one of you spits out a beverage through the nose.
We shifted to the grass, lounging before our walk, frightening all passing people.
It eventually came to pass that after her grueling day, it was really best to skip the walk and head our separate ways. I needed to be at Ballard Pool by 8 for Lap Swim anyway.
I went home, chatted with Hobbes, and then went off for a power swim. It's been really nice doing that again. I'm contemplating taking their water aerobics class on Tues/Thurs nights, too. I love the water, but I hate what chlorine does to my hair. Oh well.
Came home, puttered around, and then Devin called. Clearly, more fun was to be had. Met up with her for late night Swedish pancake fun. We were obnoxious, but luckily didn't get tossed out.
By 11:30 we ran out of energy and slunk off to our respective homes to sleep and prepare for our individual early mornings.
After all that, I collapsed into bed, only to find that I couldn't sleep. Much tossing and turning and bizarre dreams.
Most of what I remember: Joaquin Phoenix (who my friend Stacey worships, so I vaguely feel like I cheated on her with her boyfriend) and I were in love, but had to hide it because one of my psychotic aunts wanted to marry him. I think he was a priest, too. But also Pakistani. And it ended with my hiding in the bathroom with my favorite aunt, having to roughly saw off the wings of some giant bat-bug creature which is an actual enemy from Final Fantasy X. Huh.
That part was gross. Making out with Joaquin didn't suck. He's a great kisser.
