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It's Been A Slice It was with this unfamiliar phrase that my manager initiated what was to be our final face-to-face converstation while he was still the boss of me. I pretened to know what he meant, while secretly logging the phrase to Google at a later time - and of course mention here. I double-checked with the brand spankin' new MSN search technology preview, and got results that were slightly less helpful, but definitely more rainbow-colored. Today was the day that a couple of packers came to visit our respective apartments and box up our lives. It turns out that Sweaty McSwim, who had previously walked through each apartment to estimate how much crap we had, quite underestimated the fortitude of our personal belongings. This meant more work for said packers, but they were rewarded with some Powerade and a whopping $12 tip - so I am sure that all is well. I'm just now finishing a $4 Chocolate Cooler, purchased for the sole purpose of using up my Caribou Card (which it did quite effectively, save a pesky 92 cents). I picked it up on the way home from returning Black Boy, The Jester, and 50 First Dates. I actually kind of liked the movie, which is funny because Susan was the one who wanted to get it and then ended up sleeping through the whole damn thing anyways. I was a few hours late today returning it to Blockbuster, and all ready to pay the fine when the nice young man behind the counter said he would "take care of it" - perhaps because he liked me? To catch up on the last few days... Tuesday night, we finally used my $50 birthday gift certificate at Redstone with Jeff and Sarah. Dinner was good, but the company was great. Sarah and Susan got a wee bit emotional later that evening, as the reality of moving is slowly starting to sink in. Last night, we saw G.B. Leighton at Bunker's with some rather ginormous Target peeps. Heff warned us that the band was just OK, but it was the lead singer's birthday which proved to be mildly entertaining. In case 25 free digital prints from Target aren't enough for you (thanks MRJ), my friends at ofoto can hook you up with 20 cent prints when you use the magic word "TNKY" at checkout. Viola! Now Playing: Nothing, because they packed my damn speakers :(
posted by Brad at 7/01/2004 12:49:00 PM | permalink |
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