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Weekend, though off to a shaky start, turned out very good. Saturday I mostly laid around all day, but I still managed to do a veritable assload of laundry (including the dress pants that Jorn wore to Rhett's wedding back in *June* that have been sitting in the hamper ever since) and I bought new sneakers. New sneakers!! I'll post a pic as soon as photobucket stops being an asshole. Then I went to Kris's sleepover. It was really, really fun. And maybe I'll feel comfortable enough to actually talk at the next one... (not that I don't feel comfortable. I just can be reserved until I know people well, and although I know a plethora of fun things about your sex lives I don't know you very well yet. I do hope you know that I like you all a heck of a lot even if I don't say much.) Sunday morning we got brunch and ran into darxus, which was entertaining, then I had to dash off (with no time to shower!) to Otis House to meet up with the 2:00 walking tour. I really want to learn the walking tour so I can give it to people, but you know, I'm never going to learn it if these freakin' French tourists don't stop getting in my way. In case any of you are planning on going on a large group tour of *anything*, I hope you realize and remember that it's one thing to hang back to take a picture or a closer look at something, but it's entirely different to hang back so far that the tour leader can't see you and has to stop the tour to wait for you. This is rude. What's also rude is, when you're the ones hanging back holding up the tour for everyone else anyway, to *stop in a convenience store to buy water*, thus holding everyone up even further. It means you get to see less stuff and hear less info about what you do see, and it also royally pisses off your tour leader, who can't even speak your language to ask you not to do that and therefore will probably say very mean things about you in private in her own language. Argh.
After the insane old French people, I met up with Jorno and we went out to Packard's Corner to a little restaurant called First Bite, where they make Fat Willards. This is an insane sandwich. It's on a large sub roll of garlic bread, and it consists of chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks, seasoned fries, and marinara sauce. It was really good but also pretty overwhelming. Wow. Then Jorn and I got mushed into a ton of people on the green line on the way home. We learned what a frotteur is. Good new word. I implore you all to use it all the time, because Jorn's demonstration of what a frotteur does totally cracks me up. And then I went out candlepin bowling with Jorn, DannBrown, Dylan, Farbs, Miles, Miles's new girlfriend Anna (!!!), EE, and Dyl's friend Brian. It was really fun. I bowled a 69 and I think a 78. And then we played DDR. By the time I got home, though, I was totally wiped out, maybe because I only got maybe 4-5 hours sleep the night before. I'm still pretty tired today.
Maybe it's because I'm tired that I royally screwed up something at work today. I'm the managing editor for an academic journal that sends its submissions out to referees. The authors aren't supposed to know who's reviewing their work, it's supposed to be anonymous so the referee can feel free to write what he really thinks of the paper. Well, this morning I get an email question from an author and I forward it to the Kipster, asking "This is in reference to X paper, which is out with referee Name, should I ask him?" Except that I didn't forward it to the Kipster, I replied it to the author. So the author totally saw who his referee is. Big ol' problem. This is really one of my first major screwups, though (other than the time when I skipped the HTML class the Kipster was paying for, but he was okay with it and even said he'd just pay for it again since he's got the money in his account). And I will never ever do it again. Arrrghggh.
(One more thing: thank you to everyone who offered advice and love and hugs. I'm feeling tons better now. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then believe me when I say that you don't want to know.)
After the insane old French people, I met up with Jorno and we went out to Packard's Corner to a little restaurant called First Bite, where they make Fat Willards. This is an insane sandwich. It's on a large sub roll of garlic bread, and it consists of chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks, seasoned fries, and marinara sauce. It was really good but also pretty overwhelming. Wow. Then Jorn and I got mushed into a ton of people on the green line on the way home. We learned what a frotteur is. Good new word. I implore you all to use it all the time, because Jorn's demonstration of what a frotteur does totally cracks me up. And then I went out candlepin bowling with Jorn, DannBrown, Dylan, Farbs, Miles, Miles's new girlfriend Anna (!!!), EE, and Dyl's friend Brian. It was really fun. I bowled a 69 and I think a 78. And then we played DDR. By the time I got home, though, I was totally wiped out, maybe because I only got maybe 4-5 hours sleep the night before. I'm still pretty tired today.
Maybe it's because I'm tired that I royally screwed up something at work today. I'm the managing editor for an academic journal that sends its submissions out to referees. The authors aren't supposed to know who's reviewing their work, it's supposed to be anonymous so the referee can feel free to write what he really thinks of the paper. Well, this morning I get an email question from an author and I forward it to the Kipster, asking "This is in reference to X paper, which is out with referee Name, should I ask him?" Except that I didn't forward it to the Kipster, I replied it to the author. So the author totally saw who his referee is. Big ol' problem. This is really one of my first major screwups, though (other than the time when I skipped the HTML class the Kipster was paying for, but he was okay with it and even said he'd just pay for it again since he's got the money in his account). And I will never ever do it again. Arrrghggh.
(One more thing: thank you to everyone who offered advice and love and hugs. I'm feeling tons better now. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then believe me when I say that you don't want to know.)
