A few hours later. . .
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bronwynrhI still feel like ick, although I've eaten and I look quite pretty.
Yes, I've eaten. I left the lab early and hit Lennie's a little before 2 o'clock, and ordered a salad with blue cheese dressing and the French Onion soup. I ate the whole salad, but for the pepper and the tomato (I was pleased to find big slivers of carrot in the salad - yum!) and I almost finished the soup.
Then I went next door for my hair appointment, at which point Elizabeth told me that if I used Sun-In or beer to brighten my hair, she'd "come after me". Well then. So I decided to get just three little bits of highlight, at $8 each in my hair, plus a really great haircut. I didn't go too dramatic, but it's just what I wanted, and it looks fantastic.
Now, I have a question for you. I've mentioned customer service guys flirting with me lately, and I was wondering if it has something to do with my voice. Well, now I'm really starting to wonder what's going on. I sat at Lennie's alone in a booth with my manuscript in front of me. One of the employees passed by, a host, and I said (quite simply), "excuse me, would you by any chance have a spare pen that I could borrow, please?"
He bounced off to the kitchen (which was right by my table, I was facing the serve-em-up bar), picked up a pen and brought it back to me, wiping it off and commenting that he hoped it would work. I made a quick scribble on the page, saw that it worked, said, "this will be fine, thank you," and proceeded to look back at my page to return to work.
Yeah. Well, host-boy wasn't finished with me. He leaned on the table and started asking what I was working on, said that it didn't look like anything he would understand, what am I studying, what's the paper about, was I an undergraduate here. . . and so on. After a little bit, he wandered away, and I returned to my editing, thinking, "Jesus, I just asked for a pen!" and hoping that that was the end of things.
Of course, I was wrong. After a few minutes more, he came back, SAT DOWN across from me, head on his hands on the table, and started talking to me some more. So I did my undergrad where? Was I born there? Where did I grow up?
Fortunately, someone came in and he had to go be a host. I paid with cash.
Now, I ask you. Is there something that special about me? Please.
Yes, yes I know. I should have said, "excuse me, I'd like to just work on my paper, if you don't mind." Yes, I know that. But I'm a 'fraidy cat and am simply too afraid of what a guy can do if I say something like that. Yeah, I need to learn to be a bitch. *sigh*
That, or I need a bodyguard. Or a boyfriend by my side. Or a big fucking rock on my hand. *smirk* Riiiiiight.
So anyway, I've eaten something, but my stomach still hurts. At least I look good!
Yes, I've eaten. I left the lab early and hit Lennie's a little before 2 o'clock, and ordered a salad with blue cheese dressing and the French Onion soup. I ate the whole salad, but for the pepper and the tomato (I was pleased to find big slivers of carrot in the salad - yum!) and I almost finished the soup.
Then I went next door for my hair appointment, at which point Elizabeth told me that if I used Sun-In or beer to brighten my hair, she'd "come after me". Well then. So I decided to get just three little bits of highlight, at $8 each in my hair, plus a really great haircut. I didn't go too dramatic, but it's just what I wanted, and it looks fantastic.
Now, I have a question for you. I've mentioned customer service guys flirting with me lately, and I was wondering if it has something to do with my voice. Well, now I'm really starting to wonder what's going on. I sat at Lennie's alone in a booth with my manuscript in front of me. One of the employees passed by, a host, and I said (quite simply), "excuse me, would you by any chance have a spare pen that I could borrow, please?"
He bounced off to the kitchen (which was right by my table, I was facing the serve-em-up bar), picked up a pen and brought it back to me, wiping it off and commenting that he hoped it would work. I made a quick scribble on the page, saw that it worked, said, "this will be fine, thank you," and proceeded to look back at my page to return to work.
Yeah. Well, host-boy wasn't finished with me. He leaned on the table and started asking what I was working on, said that it didn't look like anything he would understand, what am I studying, what's the paper about, was I an undergraduate here. . . and so on. After a little bit, he wandered away, and I returned to my editing, thinking, "Jesus, I just asked for a pen!" and hoping that that was the end of things.
Of course, I was wrong. After a few minutes more, he came back, SAT DOWN across from me, head on his hands on the table, and started talking to me some more. So I did my undergrad where? Was I born there? Where did I grow up?
Fortunately, someone came in and he had to go be a host. I paid with cash.
Now, I ask you. Is there something that special about me? Please.
Yes, yes I know. I should have said, "excuse me, I'd like to just work on my paper, if you don't mind." Yes, I know that. But I'm a 'fraidy cat and am simply too afraid of what a guy can do if I say something like that. Yeah, I need to learn to be a bitch. *sigh*
That, or I need a bodyguard. Or a boyfriend by my side. Or a big fucking rock on my hand. *smirk* Riiiiiight.
So anyway, I've eaten something, but my stomach still hurts. At least I look good!
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Date: August 13th, 2003 03:49 pm (UTC)And I have to decide just how I want it for the wedding...
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Date: August 13th, 2003 05:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: August 14th, 2003 07:43 am (UTC)I'm going to do it soon, I promise! Probably this weekend. *giggle*
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Date: August 13th, 2003 05:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: August 14th, 2003 07:35 am (UTC)who can take an nothing day?
and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
well it's you girl
and you should know it
with each glance and every little movement you show it.
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Date: August 14th, 2003 07:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: August 14th, 2003 07:45 am (UTC)Something to strive for, though, definitely! Thanks, dear, you made me smile and blush.
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Date: August 13th, 2003 06:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: August 13th, 2003 07:05 pm (UTC)Seriously... You're attractive, you're intelligent, and you apparently have a very nice voice. What's not to like? Good thinking, paying with cash and all.
The body guard thing is a good plan... Or just get a concealed carry license. Nothing gives them the stunned bunny look like saying, "Back off, I'm armed."
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Date: August 14th, 2003 07:46 am (UTC)Audblog, coming soon to a bramey blog near you. Stay tuned.