What a difference a day makes.
0600 Get up. Get my clothes on.
0740 Get keys out. Slip into shoe. Slip out of shoe. Discover a half-inch splinter poking through the sock. Swear some, panic some, put it out, get out.
0745 Wait in vain for two busses. Catch the third, half limp/run to catch the connecting bus.
0845 Get to work. Stand behind cash register. Find that my new bangs is the new converation opener for lonely middle-aged men.
17:00 Finally get home.
18:00 Put chicken in a pan in the oven.
18:15 Remove chicken from oven, baste it. Put it back.
18:30 Remove chicken from oven, baste it. Put it back.
18:45 Remove chicken from oven, baste it. Put it back. Without ovenmittens. Thought process is simple, and as follow.
18:45:10 Scream. Hold hands under cold water. Put band-aid on all fingers that were burnt. Total: 9. The bandaid I had on the thumb I'd cut earlier protected it.
20:00 Check the busslines, leave.
20:40 End up at a stop that has the same name as the street I wish to go to, nowhere near the actual street. Walk for twenty minutes, in the rain, to get to party.
21:00 Call the host. Find out I am at the wrong adress. Walk for another twenty minutes, through the rain.
21:20 Arrive. Get shitfaced.
21:20- 04:50 Blurry.
04:50 Find that the gravel in my shoe that had been bugging me all night was two pieces of glass, inside the now bloody pantyhose.
05:00 Go the fuck home.
0740 Get keys out. Slip into shoe. Slip out of shoe. Discover a half-inch splinter poking through the sock. Swear some, panic some, put it out, get out.
0745 Wait in vain for two busses. Catch the third, half limp/run to catch the connecting bus.
0845 Get to work. Stand behind cash register. Find that my new bangs is the new converation opener for lonely middle-aged men.
"I like your bangs!"
"Why thank you"
"You look cute in your bangs."
"Why thank you"
"Like your baaaaangs..."
"Thanks"
"Did you cut bangs?"
"Actually no, my forehead is growing, and my hairline making a hasty retreat. Aiming for the water baby look."
"Did you cut bangs?"
"You bettcha."
17:00 Finally get home.
18:00 Put chicken in a pan in the oven.
18:15 Remove chicken from oven, baste it. Put it back.
18:30 Remove chicken from oven, baste it. Put it back.
18:45 Remove chicken from oven, baste it. Put it back. Without ovenmittens. Thought process is simple, and as follow.
"This pan is increibly cold. Why? The oven has been on, the chicken is steaming. THIS PAN IS HOT. Slide it unto the grill in the oven seeing as how I'm about to? Or straighten up, and toss the pan unto the stove? Upside down? The latter, OH GOD THE LATTER!"
18:45:10 Scream. Hold hands under cold water. Put band-aid on all fingers that were burnt. Total: 9. The bandaid I had on the thumb I'd cut earlier protected it.
20:00 Check the busslines, leave.
20:40 End up at a stop that has the same name as the street I wish to go to, nowhere near the actual street. Walk for twenty minutes, in the rain, to get to party.
21:00 Call the host. Find out I am at the wrong adress. Walk for another twenty minutes, through the rain.
21:20 Arrive. Get shitfaced.
21:20- 04:50 Blurry.
04:50 Find that the gravel in my shoe that had been bugging me all night was two pieces of glass, inside the now bloody pantyhose.
05:00 Go the fuck home.
