smart-sane's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blast. Of Winter, mostly. Watching: Real Weddings From the Knot Marathon. Evening started out lovely with dinner at Red Coat Tavern. Seven girls ordering burgers and beers, and having a lively knitting discussion. My kind of ladies. We got stares for being the loudest table, but its a TAVERN, isn't loud kind of implied? The burgers in that joint will make you scream there are so good! Then we headed downtown around 9, where getting downtown was the easiest part. We parked at Greektown Casino, and jumped on the People Mover, where we got ready to go experience the festivites of the MWB! Except the People Mover (which runs on bubble gum and strings apparently) wanted a little breather break. That was about five minutes long. So we waited and talked and then we were the loudest section of the train. What? We are seven girls! We laugh. Where is the crime in that? We get to the next stop, Cadillac Square, and poor baby PMover had about enough and clonked out to take a twenty minute nap. I was so frustrated because we could've walked and been there and in a warm tent, but no, we were still on the train bothering the guy next to us for a piece of his fudge. And then we thought, wouldn't this be the perfect scary movie, Trapped On The People Mover. It would be just like Lost, except way more boring. And no polar bears. Or bikinis. So it wouldn't be the greatest movie, but at least it wouldn't be a series. We finally got down to the festivities, (after an oops that was the wrong stop lets walk 4 more blocks) only to run into a heated tent and wait out the cold. That apparently will hang around til April. The girls got Irish Coffees or Hot Chocolate with Mint Schnapps, I met up with another group of friends, and we plotted our next move. We heard there was a snow maze, and a snow slide and of course ice skating, and live music, and all of the ice sculptures. They all sounded kinda cold frankly, but after minutes of standing around, we decided to go for it. The girls with the longest trip home decided that they were already cold enough and took their leave. Can't say I blame them! We headed over to the snow sled (which I took a picture off, just pretend it's me on top) only for it to be closed, because everything was over at 11. Because we spent the bulk of our time downtown Trapped On The People Mover. Cue scary music. On the way back to our cars we had to get our parking ticket "validated" at the "casino" so parking could be "free." No, I don't know why those are in quotations. We mazed around the casino for a good ten minutes trying to find our way out of there. Definitely a place with no exit signs but plenty of slot machines disguised as them. We accidentally fell and caught ourselves on the arm of a slot... just kidding! We ran out as quickly as possible after asking no less than three people exactly how the heck do we get out. We ended the night at Coney Island, and most good nights end. I adore the Richter girls. Love love love 'em! So I was glad to end my night there. Not so glad about whoever else we shared the table with, but glad about the Richter girls. Saturday I woke up all ready to actually go out in service and start my new schedule, but Snow had other plans. Name 14" of it on my front porch. So I stayed in ALL DAY, unraveled my half-done scarf and started all over. (Now it's finished, but I need a new skein because it's too short for Niko and I want to finish my pattern. Yea I learned to perl!) I ate ate ate ate ate ate ate because thats what you do when you are trapped in your house. What's bad is when you are trapped in your house and you have an abundance of cheese goodness sauce, and you can experiment with how many different things you can dip in it, spread it over, or mix it with. Rice, apples, nachos, baked potato, crackers. It's good on ALL of them. I finally busted out of the house around 6, and lil' D did me proud by taking me to Jason's in one piece. There I worked on my scarf some more, studied, and played poker. I was morally defeated on my first hand (folded on a full house!) and I never could recover. The worst thing I did at that house was leave my knitting sticks! It was all I could think about and then I realized that I might have a problem. With obsession, and with leaving my crap everywhere. But I recovered it this afternoon and like I said before, my scarf is done. And I've watched way too much I Love the 90s part Deux and Real Weddings From the Knot for my own good. And tomorrow, life starts again with the work, and the service and the ugh. I'm going to bed. Quoting: Beth on the phone Friday night. 8:56 p.m. - 01-23-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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