Sunday, July 09, 2006

slowly, it begins

Dear Sweet Elizabeth was out late last night with her brother, her sister, and her father. no phone call telling me where to meet them to join in their revelling, Ok, no more cheap shots teasing her. She did call me to say they were going, but never called to say where they ended up, and yes, I could have easily picked up the phone and called her, although when I did that Friday night because I made it home before her shortly after midnight and she had my house keys, her cell phone was in the car, not in her pocket while she was in the pub, and I had to recline in the driveway and well, just wait for her to ge home shortly before one in the morning.

Anyway, when she called me, I was at work still and I was exhausted. I am not sure why work was more taxing this week, but it was. I think she called around 4 but I am not sure. She said she was pretty sure I wanted to pass on her dad and she was right on that account. I told her the only plan I had was to hit the bed as soon as I got home. At 6:15, that was where I was. I got home and let the dogs out and then stripped on my way through the house and stretched out queenifying the bed. The dogd somehow knew to let me get settled and then they each found there own little nice around me.

I never quite fell asleep, but it was dark and restful. At 8 I decided to get up and I was hungry. I threw some clothes on and headed out the door with my laptop and some books and went to Cafe Artiste. On the way I stopped at Border's to pick up Anthony Bourdain's new book as my class begins tomorrow, and I love me some Anthony Bourdain. Mmhmm. Sexy ugly like money in the bank.

Anyway, I picked up the last copy of the book Border's had on display, and then went on to Cafe Artiste. A booth was available right away and I called Beth to let her know I would be there a while if she wanted to come hang out after the party she was at. I got some work done because while I was connecting to their wireless, their server was not connecting to anything which meant no surfing, and yes, actually writing. Nice.

I was on my second Mexican Pepsi when Beth arrived and I shut down my laptop and we talked paint colors for the rooms of her house. I think she is ready to commit to some serious color on her walls. When we went out to the parking lot to go home it was nearly midnight. "Hey, is your mp3 still not working?" Beth installed a gadget behind my cd player which allows me to plug in my mp3 player and it is the shit, but ut just stopped working soon after. "Let me take a quick look."

I had been listening to a cd on random and when I switched back to the mp3 player, I had inadvertently hit skip. Last night near midnight, I learned the mp3 player only works when it is showing cd track 1 playing. Woohoo, it still works after all. Beth is the bomb, I tell you. She really is the quintessential gadget girl.

So I got home at about 1230 and e was still out gallavanting with her family. Still no phone call, doesn't she miss me? I was awake still at this point and since I went to Cafe Artiste with the intention to start the Sub Zona Online page on blogger, but couldn't bacause I couldn't open anything, I sat up, waiting for Dear Sweet Elizabeth to return home safely and decided to get it started. It is linked on the left. I did a little tweaking to the template this morning and it looks good in Safari, but I am not sure how it looks form any other browser but I know that in IE for Mac it looks like crap but so do a lot of pages so I need to check it from the pc. If you are interested just let me know.

I went to bed just before 2 and when miss thing finally came in to bed, I think the sun was up. So yes, that is her you hear snoring in the next room.

Cocktails follow a week from right now.


WordsRock said...

Methinks you need to have a neighbor with whom to entrust a key. Guess the ugh-dykes are out of the question, though.

Damn. I don't think I'd be letting her peacefully snore. I think I'd be in there poking her with pins as payback for leaving me stranded in the driveway. You're a much more forgiving soul.

What's a Mexican Pepsi?

WenWhit said...

No sympathy! Make her do something productive. Writing a blog entry, for example. Nah, that's too sendentary. Make her walk the dogs. And build a shed.

We are so looking forward to this coming weekend! :)

the only daughter said...

Yeah? What is a Mexican Pepsi?

Being locked out is the worst. It hasn't happened often, but when it has...I lost a few layers of sanity.

Elizabeth said...

Of course she could have come along with me but did she do that? Noooooo. She'd rather be with GFB than support me when I needed her most *sniff* I felt so...abandoned!

WordsRock said...

Oh eb. Sniveling just doesn't become you.

And somebody better tell me what a Mexican Pepsi is or I'm gonna scream!

Elizabeth said...

A Mexican Pepsi is Pepsi from Mexico. See how that works? More specifically, it's Pepsi made in Mexico.

It tastes diff-ernt. According to Max it's sweeter. Whatever it is, she's always on the hunt for Mexican Pepsi.

As far as I know, we've only been able to find it at Cafe Artiste. They don't sell it at the local farmers market we frequent (which is like little Mexico in Houston) and we haven't seen it anywhere else.

Elizabeth said...

Oh...and be all sympathetic to Bluebonnet and not me. I see how you are.

maxine said...

They *do* sell it at the farmer's market and it isn't exactly sweeter, maybe drier. Think of the difference between coke and Pepsi and how much better Pepsi is. That is again the difference between Pepsi and Mexican Pepsi.

weese said...

cocktails...did you mentions cocktails?!?
see you there.