Seattle, WA - August 2009
I know I've typed quite a bit about how I've been staying home and saving money, but every now and then we need to get out and enjoy some of the things we used to do quite frequently. So, we went to Tiki Night at Vessel - or rather Tiki Afternoon. Had some fine cocktails made by the visiting bartender and our favorite, Keith. Even drank one out of a pineapple. It's funny to be all buzzed up early on a Sunday afternoon, so strange to walk out of a cocktail bar in the searing light of day. I highly recommend...but not every weekend, that would be bad.
Monkey man is still zooming around the apartment annoying Cassie and generally getting into all sorts of mischief. Like any young thing in an apartment of old crankies, I think he is bored by our general lack of energy. Maybe if he'd vacuum or do the dishes, he'd understand, but, like his older feline companion, he refuses to engage in anything productive. The nerve!
Speaking of productivity, I have still not found gainful employment, however, did have an interview for a job last week that I'd like to have. They said they'd let me know in 2-3 weeks. I fear that is not a good sign. Oh well, the search continues. In the meantime, I am going to a MAST class this weekend and maybe I can get a part-time job as a server or a cocktailer somewheres. This is my back-up plan. Better to be serving others instead of being served and draining away our meager funds. At least this is the logic I pose to Companion Cube who has so far been very good and not freaked out about the idea that I have 4 weeks left of unemployment benefits.
In other news, one of my dear friends has sent me sonogram pictures of his baby and another has been tooling around Italy for a few weeks. Guess which one has sent me into fits of jealousy.
I am supposed to be - meaning I've tasked myself with - making a pie crust for the cherry pie I want to make tomorrow. I am procrastinating because, well, it's just more fun to shoot the shit out of zombies. I mean, I've already talked about how some of my fellow apartment dwellers are so lazy that they'd rather sit there and sleep and purr instead of rinsing a dish or fucking two. Okay, so maybe the spoon in the sink is the only thing they've collectively dirtied, but mamma needs a new pair of shoes break. Deadbeat moochers. Harumph.
I think a trip to the range is in order. What do you say?