Thank the flying spaghetti monster that it’s Friday, what a fucking week. Not only is it Friday but my boss is out of town. And not only is it Friday and my boss is out of town, but we are kid-free this weekend. Since I hate Halloween with the power of a thousand suns, and Finn is with his mother, we are going to close up the house and decamp to Moe’s & Joe’s during the trick-or-treating time and then we have reservations at La Tavola for dinner.
Early on I realized East Atlanta, at least back then, was not an area of children truck or treating. Therefore I got into a habit of turning off lights and hibernating in the basement. For a few years I went to someone’s house for handing out candy. This year I will be at Variety Playhouse for The Beth’s concert.
EAV had a bunch of kids since you moved in, I bet there’s a robust trick-or-treat game now. Ormewood Park was always fucking crazy with kids. Candler Park is pretty busy but most of it is centered on a street that is several blocks away from me. Whatever, I just hate costumes and kids and don’t want to see any of it.
Yesterday, we delivered a new TV to Debbie’s brother Andy. He and his ex-wife (a long story) are both smokers so we did not linger and we REEKED when we left. Ugh.
I went down a rabbit hole looking for a supposed Irish link in my lineage. I learned lots of interesting facts I didn’t know (my dad’s dad was on his second marriage, and I have a whole Day side of the family I never knew about). No sign of Irish that I can use for an Irish passport. F.
A nice long chat with my HS friend Margarette. As an ex-pat, she is in fear for our democracy and has the perspective of fairly unbiased news sources as a point of reference. I’d say like we all are…
Wordle in 5! Thought it was going to be an easy one with a couple friend with low scores.
Late for the dentist. More later.
-FP
Thank the flying spaghetti monster that it’s Friday, what a fucking week. Not only is it Friday but my boss is out of town. And not only is it Friday and my boss is out of town, but we are kid-free this weekend. Since I hate Halloween with the power of a thousand suns, and Finn is with his mother, we are going to close up the house and decamp to Moe’s & Joe’s during the trick-or-treating time and then we have reservations at La Tavola for dinner.
Not since childhood have I enjoyed Halloween.
Early on I realized East Atlanta, at least back then, was not an area of children truck or treating. Therefore I got into a habit of turning off lights and hibernating in the basement. For a few years I went to someone’s house for handing out candy. This year I will be at Variety Playhouse for The Beth’s concert.
EAV had a bunch of kids since you moved in, I bet there’s a robust trick-or-treat game now. Ormewood Park was always fucking crazy with kids. Candler Park is pretty busy but most of it is centered on a street that is several blocks away from me. Whatever, I just hate costumes and kids and don’t want to see any of it.
And now that I think about it, why do I still have the Olaf costume I bought a handful of years ago?
Back from the dentist with a good report.
Yesterday, we delivered a new TV to Debbie’s brother Andy. He and his ex-wife (a long story) are both smokers so we did not linger and we REEKED when we left. Ugh.
I went down a rabbit hole looking for a supposed Irish link in my lineage. I learned lots of interesting facts I didn’t know (my dad’s dad was on his second marriage, and I have a whole Day side of the family I never knew about). No sign of Irish that I can use for an Irish passport. F.
A nice long chat with my HS friend Margarette. As an ex-pat, she is in fear for our democracy and has the perspective of fairly unbiased news sources as a point of reference. I’d say like we all are…
Walked 2.5 miles to vote on the last day of early voting. To my surprise, I’m waiting in line to vote.
Home from voting. Beautiful day for a walk, though I am beat.
We survived the drag brunch. Now on our 2 mile walk back to the French Quarter in the hotel. We have found a bar. I’m sure that is shocking
That youve only found 1 is shocking. Sitting on the big bird to Pittsburgh
Been to a couple bars on the walk back.
We’ve made it maybe 1 mile of the 2 miles back to the hotel.
Maybe we can get there by dinner time.
That’s the spirit!
I’m feeling so fat that I’d love to stay home, under the covers tonight instead of going out to see the concert for which I have a ticket.