Happy May Day!
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Ryan has a thing for Coca Light…it's his usual order at our favorite evening bar. there was some confusion once about whether he wanted the bill or another Coca Light (he wanted another soda) and the patrons had a giggle…and still do everytime they see him….Monsieur Coca Light.
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wine + sappy movie + ex-boyfriend's email address= big touble. oh boy.
this is a frightening age. i always thought the cliches were just that , cliches—but you just wait unitl you wake up in the middle of the night–"what's that noise?"
tick tock tick tock.
oh, F*&% that's my biological clock.
shut it off! shut it off!! -
Ryan in the kitchen, Ruby waiting for something to drop on the floor.
we picked up some Bisquick with the dvd rentals thinking that pancakes make a good rainy day dinner. and also that it's something Ryan can make. or so i thought.
i noticed that the packaging had been changed, Ryan dismissed it. that oversight came to haunt him later.
after showing him where to find the metric measurement translations and the variety of US and Euro measuring devices, i left him to it. popping my head in later, i find him in a state—a frenzy over how "Crappy that piece of shit pan you gave me is!". um, ok..that's our best pancake pan. wait a minute, isn't that batter a bit too thin? "I followed the damn instructions, I got the measurements right! That's the worst pan ever!!"
quick glance at the back of the box. um, WHICH directions did you follow? "Right there, for pancakes!! I'm not a moron!" "It's that crappy pan!"
ok, ok, deep breath: um, i think you may have to follow the directions for AMERICAN PANCAKES, right down here at the bottom. you've been making crepes.
"oh."
damn crepey pan. -
it's been raining cats and dogs all day. we rented four dvd's to see us through–at the rate of 4.50euro each for one day. even the English goods store has to make a buck i suppose. i have four other DVD's, all still in plastic, unwatchable because the DVD player is Zone 2 (Europe) and the gifts, thoughtful as they were, are Zone 1 (USA). who came up with that brilliant plan?
the day was rounded out nicely when Ryan's Dad called. it's just not the same without his daily inquiry–"So like, what time is it there now?" -
Dog Camp is not for losers! i'm looking forward to going sometime when Ruby and i are stateside again next year, no matter what Ryan says!
at least it's not Manners Camp. or maybe it is..Manners for Dogs anyway.
geez, maybe i do need another hobby. or a job. or a boyfriend. or all of the above. come on Ruby, time for our walk… -
the slower pace of life here is a good thing, but too much of even a good thing can be just too much…for example, the highlight of my day today? the 4-slice package of sandwich chicken we picked up for lunch today had an unexpected 5th slice. yippee!
good lord, think i need to be working again? maybe. -
we went to see the original (read: English) version of Cold Mountain last night. now, it's been a long time since i've seen a movie, but i think i recall the basic concepts. all apologies to handsome (and talented) Jude Law and Renee Zellweger who did the best she could with what she had, but that movie was painfully long and at times, laughable. 'The Dukes of Hazard' had more believable (and consistent) southern accents. and i loathe love storylines based on nothing but intense eye contact and southern belle heavy breathing. i've got a 1-900 phone number for that if i want it.
and who wears LIPLINER when they're impoverished and starving?!? -
Miss Dawn at this year's SCAD Sidewalk Arts Festival.
ah, i miss the girls. i was 'ichat-ing' with both Miss Dawn (in Savannah, GA) and Miss Kristan (in Santa Monica, CA) today when Ryan popped in, saw the screen and wondered if i was having a 'three-way'. ha ha, very witty. next time, we'll get Miss Sony online and have ourselves a cyber-pillow fight. how girly! -
Ryan marvels at the size of the tickets–they do resemble airplane tickets. i'd never thought of it before.
we went to Cannes, just to do the 'been there, done that' thing—on the way, Ryan learned the train routine and that indeed it is true that every single time i step on, the ticket inspectors know it and come sniffing for a violation….
