First of all, let me apologize for not editing this post for 4 days. Usually when I snap-snap grin-grin from the cell phone, I only put a few words in with the pic before I upload. Then I'll come back and add some shizzola to turn this into a REAL post.
Anyway, I had to go up to Hartford, CT for a few days, and I usually stay at the Hilton Hartford. Not because it's a great hotel or anything. I think it was a Ramada before Hilton bought it 10 years ago. Anyway, it used to be a spectacular dump. The restaurants were crap, the gym was poop, the decor was suited for a feces-flinging zoo resident, and the overall aura was just plain rectal.
I haven't been to this hotel in probably 2 years, and wasn't really looking forward to it for obvious reasons. I mean, if you have to send me out of town, at least make it worth my while. Yeah - I could stay down the street at the Crowne Plaza, but when you've been with Hilton for 10 years you kinda rack up some points!
So, I walk into the parking garage lobby where there was once an escalator to whisk you away to the poop deck - I mean, main lobby. And lo, there was no escalator! Instead, the lower deck was a pristine ecru encrusted elevator landing with +5 energy! Ok, so I take the elevator up to the lobby....and I walk out, and it looks like an IKEA exploded in the middle of the hotel! It was entirely remodeled in the eurotrendycoolmoderne fashion! Wow!
Anyway, I'd keep going, but I *really* need to go. The pic is from the restaurant which was a combination Deli (Morty's) and Chinese (Ming's). Weird.
I apologize for this post's infatuation with all things excretory and D&D. I think I need to go #2, but I want to keep playing Guild Wars.
No, not the boisterous redhead from Mel's Diner, rather, flo-rin, the redneck version of flooring! Yes, that was this weekend's project: laying down laminate flooring in our party room. It's a rather large room, 14x25 (ish), but luckily it's a rectangle.
Mom & Dad came down to cook/cheerlead and foremanate, respectively. We finished the deconstruction by removing the carpet, padding, baseboard molding and tack strips. Next was trimming the door jambs so the flooring would snug up jes' right. After that, we laid the smack down, and by smack I mean primo-grade Black Forest German junk, and by junk I mean the Tundra flooring we bought from IKEA in December, and by Tundra flooring I mean getting shit at 45% off!
So, our goal was to finish one room and we succeeded in laying the flooring down in the one room. We still have to put the molding back one, but I think we're going to get some better shiz and just replace the existing junk.
All in all, a good weekend - thanks to Mom, Dad and Davis fo' hep'in!
I'm sure this doesn't make much sense, and it will make even less when I explain it. So, Padriac's is a local restaurant/pub/bar where Hard Livin' plays on Friday nights. It's a pretty classy joint, at least until the band gets started (heh), so the clientele is usually middle to upper-middle class. You would think that these folks would be the type that would know the proper place to take a shower, wash your hair, and perform other tasks of the grooming sort.
Well, the gent in the picture above just so happens to be lathering and washing his coiffure in the friggin sink! I know you can't tell from the picture, but his soft jerricurls are all white 'n' pretty with whatever hand soap happens to be around the lavatory. Brilliant!
I mean, this is just about the dumbest thing I've ever seen. The song itself is pop fluff, but the videography is, uh, well, I can't come up with a good adjective or even an adverb.
I'm finally back after two weeks of travelling - one week in San Francisco and one week in Curacao. I think I can officially say that I'm tired of that drag. I'm ready to be at home for a bit as I've been running nonstop for a few months now and I need to just chillax.
That said, yesterday we stopped by the doc's office for a sonogram, and we got to see our little peanuts dancing around in the womb! Peanut A was just having a rockin' good time in there doing ab crunches. Peanut B was apparently tired by association and decided to hang bang and breathe.
Everything appears to be going quite well. On a side note - I think I might've said earlier that the twins were fraternal. Well, according to the doc, we won't know until the fat lady sing--er, bad analogy. We won't know until the twins are born really. We do know that they both have their own set of resources (e.g. placenta, yolk sac), so it'll be interesting to see what pops out. (Wow these analogies ARE bad!)
I still haven't adjusted to the fact that we are pregnant yet, I mean, from a physical standpoint things are still status quo. I suspect that'll change in a few weeks, then it will start to feel "real".
TTFN!
