Catching up:
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fancycwabsMonday: Since my spare tire had a bent rim (I have an actual full size spare tire, y'all), I took the rim to be repaired and they told me it would take two days and cost $195 (on the phone, months ago, they told me it would take four hours and cost $150). BUT a new rim would cost $20 more than a repaired rim, and I could have it in an hour. The tire itself was under warranty from Firestone, and cost a mere $40 to replace. So there's that. Later, I went to watch the Grizzlies' lose to San Antonio; my bank had let us know there would be free snacks in the hospitality suite, and they had airline pretzels. Then I went to Huey's and had a spinich salad with, like a quarter cup of bacon on it.
Tuesday: The trip to Mobile suffered an almost immediate setback when the bottom cover for my engine started dragging the highway, repaired (as before) by the judicious use of the wire from a dismembered set of headphones. Stopped in Batesville at Stan's Country Store, where I picked up some guanciale from Pancetta Ranch and assorted other sausages. Then I stopped AGAIN just south of Jackson and bought more sausage but not the sausage-stuffed pork chops. Sometime in December, I believe I'm gonna have a total sausage-fest.
Wednesday: One of my few missions on this trip to Alabama was to pick up a bottle of Conecuh Ridge Whiskey, the State Spirit of Alabama. Much to my disappointment, Conecuh Ridge isn't made anywhere IN Alabama, but rather in Bardstown, Kentucky--and the founder of the company apparently violated several liquor laws in the creation and distribution of the product, so its paradoxical nature is only appropriate.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bigbrownhound and her husband showed up that evening, and I made whiskey sours and we played Scrabble, where they objected to my use of the word "afog," meaning "in the fog."
Thursday: Ah, Thanksgiving. Ate too much, and Mom politely waited until everyone else had left before she started prying into the details of my impending divorce. She finally hammered at it enough that I got angry, as I am wont to do when reliving all the painful moments of the past year. I'm sure she means well, but there's not a lot to be gained in reopening old wounds for the entertainment of family members.
Friday: Went to visit friends in Pensacola, and stopped at the cheap-ass Mardi Gras bead store on the way for some innovative tree decorations. Hit McGuire's Irish Pub, where the minstrel bagpiper was strolling around playing Christmas carols on the pipes, and the "ale" looked an tasted a lot like a pilsener. But they did have Reuben eggrolls, which were innovative.
Saturday: College rivalry day brought victories for Georgia Tech, Alabama, and some other schools I don't care about.
Sunday: The trip home was uneventful apart from the rain. Did manage to catch up on a couple of older The American Life podcasts enroute, including a fairly informative one about the financial crisis and bailout plan which left me marginally more informed about what's going on. Put the beads to good use decorating the tree--although I've got a lot of ornamentation left. The cats seemed glad to see me.
Tuesday: The trip to Mobile suffered an almost immediate setback when the bottom cover for my engine started dragging the highway, repaired (as before) by the judicious use of the wire from a dismembered set of headphones. Stopped in Batesville at Stan's Country Store, where I picked up some guanciale from Pancetta Ranch and assorted other sausages. Then I stopped AGAIN just south of Jackson and bought more sausage but not the sausage-stuffed pork chops. Sometime in December, I believe I'm gonna have a total sausage-fest.
Wednesday: One of my few missions on this trip to Alabama was to pick up a bottle of Conecuh Ridge Whiskey, the State Spirit of Alabama. Much to my disappointment, Conecuh Ridge isn't made anywhere IN Alabama, but rather in Bardstown, Kentucky--and the founder of the company apparently violated several liquor laws in the creation and distribution of the product, so its paradoxical nature is only appropriate.
bigbrownhound and her husband showed up that evening, and I made whiskey sours and we played Scrabble, where they objected to my use of the word "afog," meaning "in the fog."Thursday: Ah, Thanksgiving. Ate too much, and Mom politely waited until everyone else had left before she started prying into the details of my impending divorce. She finally hammered at it enough that I got angry, as I am wont to do when reliving all the painful moments of the past year. I'm sure she means well, but there's not a lot to be gained in reopening old wounds for the entertainment of family members.
Friday: Went to visit friends in Pensacola, and stopped at the cheap-ass Mardi Gras bead store on the way for some innovative tree decorations. Hit McGuire's Irish Pub, where the minstrel bagpiper was strolling around playing Christmas carols on the pipes, and the "ale" looked an tasted a lot like a pilsener. But they did have Reuben eggrolls, which were innovative.
Saturday: College rivalry day brought victories for Georgia Tech, Alabama, and some other schools I don't care about.
Sunday: The trip home was uneventful apart from the rain. Did manage to catch up on a couple of older The American Life podcasts enroute, including a fairly informative one about the financial crisis and bailout plan which left me marginally more informed about what's going on. Put the beads to good use decorating the tree--although I've got a lot of ornamentation left. The cats seemed glad to see me.
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Date: 2008-12-01 09:43 pm (UTC)Per Google, AFOG is "Another Fucking Opportunity for Growth", rendering it unScrabbleable yet marvelous. I shall consult the OED when I get home though.