August 30, 2003
tres leches

Last week was The Wrench's birthday, but tonight was her birthday dinner at Habana. She only expecte a dozen or so people to show up, so when thirty or forty rollergirls came out... well, we're just lucky we had such an awesome waitress. Fried starchy stuff, mango margaritas, lots of spiced meat, the best tres leches cake in Austin, and a restaurant full of rollergirls and friends. That was fun.

Then I came home and worked. The stuff I'm doing now isn't very challenging, but I think now that if I ever met that guy from the Sprint commercials, I'd have to stab him in the fucking face. I'm sure he's probably a nice guy in real life, but right now, I hate him like Kat hates squiddy sentinels.

In between the hating, I've been reading reviews from Ebert's book of terrible movies. Some of these, I really feel like I need to see now.

In addition to the other craziness, we're having someone put in new wall tile in the bathroom, because I'm either too lazy or too smart to try to do what we were thinking of doing. It looks pretty good now, but damn if every contractor that we've hired hasn't left damnation and destruction in their wake. This guy seemed nice enough, and did a great job with the tile, but managed somehow to get some sort of white crap all over everything out front where he was cutting tile, and took out half the plants in front of the porch when he was cleaning up. Bernie was pretty pissed. I don't blame her. I think I'm just getting used to the intermittent slapass.

(August 30, 2003 12:47 PM)

Posted by: brian on September 2, 2003 08:37 AM
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