this is what happens when i'm the only one in the office
random thought: maybe i should be a writer. ha, who knows.
yesterday was tuesday. and for some odd reason, it was one of my most eventful tuesdays in a while. so here's the story -- because 1) no one's currently in the office and i have nothing better to do, and 2) it's fun to chronicle good times.
i was actually doing work at work.. stuff on the labor/hhs/edu appropriations bill (and yet-to-be-passed defense bill), and finding all the biodefense related money. woo money, can i have some? anyway, alan arrived late, only to discover a bag of yummy macaroons sitting on his desk from yours truly. he was surprised, i think, which is good, and he proceeded to thank me and eat the cookies for lunch. what a diet these people have! but it was even better that he didn't give me anything -- 'cause now i don't have to be worried about upcoming holidays and such. haha. testing the waters, you know? he coughed, per usual, but i only had approx. 4 hours of it instead of the usual 8. phew.
holiday partaaaaay (joke: what comes before part b? partaaaay! or as kevin would say, what comes before part f? partyyyyy! okay, the lameness stops here) at 4pm. lots and lots of random food, all of which was yummy and fattening. haha. and we mostly just sat around and talked. not bad, not too thrilling; i left around 5:45pm to go home for the night.
someone seemed grumpy, unsurprisingly. traffic on my way to the rock gym was absolutely freakin' redonculously STUPIDLY bad. it took me 25 minutes to get from the 495/95S split to the van dorn/franconia exit, a whole 0.5 miles. i can run 0.5 miles in 5 minutes. a car should go vroom vroom MUCH faster. and no accident, no police, nothing, just lame-ass DC traffic. whoopity!
climbing was grrreeeeeeeat :O) i finally finally finally made the move -- grabbed the hold in a nelson-and-oscar-labeled "controlled lunge" -- on this damn slanted bouldering route that i've been glaring at it for the past 3 weeks. over the lip, and voila, sent! sweetness. and i gave everyone their "named" macaroons. yay. played around on a few others, made it further, traversing, got some good turning in on the slants. left my harness + atc at the gym though, poop. eggs afterwards was uber-lovely as usual. there was: jen, ocean, jason, oscar, nelson, vegas, me, amy, opie, nate, crazy, jack, katie, gomer, and.. curtis? ellen didn't make it (sadness), but we had some awesome stories. particularly about balthazar (BOO), and bloods becoming boobs, and the ever-disturbing chesty larue. hahahaha. these guys are great. for new years eve, some of the dudes are going to polly esther's (some crazy-ass club in town, which i originally thought was "polyester's") -- and then, for new year's day, they're going to oscar's for poker. but i don't think ANY of them will be sober enough by then. man, there's GOTTA be photos :)
can i go home yet? i think i'll be leaving early today.
ps. the macaroons have been received with wild acclaim. should i reserve the right to label the recipe "CONFIDENTIAL" now? mwhahahaha.
yesterday was tuesday. and for some odd reason, it was one of my most eventful tuesdays in a while. so here's the story -- because 1) no one's currently in the office and i have nothing better to do, and 2) it's fun to chronicle good times.
i was actually doing work at work.. stuff on the labor/hhs/edu appropriations bill (and yet-to-be-passed defense bill), and finding all the biodefense related money. woo money, can i have some? anyway, alan arrived late, only to discover a bag of yummy macaroons sitting on his desk from yours truly. he was surprised, i think, which is good, and he proceeded to thank me and eat the cookies for lunch. what a diet these people have! but it was even better that he didn't give me anything -- 'cause now i don't have to be worried about upcoming holidays and such. haha. testing the waters, you know? he coughed, per usual, but i only had approx. 4 hours of it instead of the usual 8. phew.
holiday partaaaaay (joke: what comes before part b? partaaaay! or as kevin would say, what comes before part f? partyyyyy! okay, the lameness stops here) at 4pm. lots and lots of random food, all of which was yummy and fattening. haha. and we mostly just sat around and talked. not bad, not too thrilling; i left around 5:45pm to go home for the night.
someone seemed grumpy, unsurprisingly. traffic on my way to the rock gym was absolutely freakin' redonculously STUPIDLY bad. it took me 25 minutes to get from the 495/95S split to the van dorn/franconia exit, a whole 0.5 miles. i can run 0.5 miles in 5 minutes. a car should go vroom vroom MUCH faster. and no accident, no police, nothing, just lame-ass DC traffic. whoopity!
climbing was grrreeeeeeeat :O) i finally finally finally made the move -- grabbed the hold in a nelson-and-oscar-labeled "controlled lunge" -- on this damn slanted bouldering route that i've been glaring at it for the past 3 weeks. over the lip, and voila, sent! sweetness. and i gave everyone their "named" macaroons. yay. played around on a few others, made it further, traversing, got some good turning in on the slants. left my harness + atc at the gym though, poop. eggs afterwards was uber-lovely as usual. there was: jen, ocean, jason, oscar, nelson, vegas, me, amy, opie, nate, crazy, jack, katie, gomer, and.. curtis? ellen didn't make it (sadness), but we had some awesome stories. particularly about balthazar (BOO), and bloods becoming boobs, and the ever-disturbing chesty larue. hahahaha. these guys are great. for new years eve, some of the dudes are going to polly esther's (some crazy-ass club in town, which i originally thought was "polyester's") -- and then, for new year's day, they're going to oscar's for poker. but i don't think ANY of them will be sober enough by then. man, there's GOTTA be photos :)
can i go home yet? i think i'll be leaving early today.
ps. the macaroons have been received with wild acclaim. should i reserve the right to label the recipe "CONFIDENTIAL" now? mwhahahaha.
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