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azurelunatic) wrote2014-11-16 05:07 am
azurelunatic) wrote2014-11-16 05:07 am
Will save against actually pointing and giggling...
So cleverthylacine needed cat litter! She got back from her meetup (after some BART shenanigans) and I picked her up, and we had dinner. (Parking near the theatre in Union Landing on a Saturday night is a fool's errand, and next time I plan to remember to try the other side first.) Chili's has moved the specialty menus to their little tabletop tablets, and they still don't have prices on them. There was a brief misunderstanding where the person who seated us took the menus with the prices and all away, because she thought we were both gluten-free. Other than that, things were good. The chips were not quite up to the usual standard, alas.
We wandered over to the nearby Jollibee with the intent of getting bubble tea, but found that the dining room was closed and there was a line at the drive-through. We decided to fetch kitty litter (et cetera) first, then get bubble tea for the ride home.
My general stamina is now up to both tidying my car and then doing a full wander around the Evil Empire, which pleases me. I didn't even hit step count by midnight, which in fairness is partly due to not starting the shenanigans earlier, as I got another thousand by the time we were out.
Tif learned why I can't say "and then you get a face full of bee dick" to Purple anymore. She also learned about the 36" strap-on incident.
The trip was largely uneventful except for the very end, where we were joined in the checkout line by four young men who were super, super, *super* high. They should probably not have been wandering around unattended, and I certainly hope none of them was driving any time soon. They were going to pick up one of the guys to put him on the checkout belt to see how much he cost, but they were too high to actually coordinate the task of picking him up. Despite the fact that earlier, one of the other dudes had been carrying him around piggyback. They did try, though! They were sufficiently high that they could not figure out accurately whether juicyfruit gum was juice or gum. They eventually decided it was gum, based on a close reading of the top of the container. Then we saw two more, different, guys smoking something in the parking lot. Your average tobacco pipe does not produce that amount of smoke. It was thick enough that I was legitimately wondering whether someone needed to get their car checked out, and then I saw the guys exhaling. We did question the life choices resulting in getting high in the walmart parking lot in Hayward at 1am, but then we were buying kitty litter at walmart in Hayward at 1am, so that is not a particularly high horse from which to point and laugh.
The Jollibee drive through was, if anything, more crowded. However,purple yam taro root bubble tea is delicious.
I muffed the exit on the way back to Tif's, and wound up taking the Cesar Chavez exit and meandering my way into the Mission thattaway. Being on Mission at 2am: also not the most brilliant ever in life choices. But KFOG had some "Everybody Hurts" for me when I turned on the radio on the way home, and these are things which improve an already fairly contented moment.
Sinceeveandriss was curious about what I would get on the shopping trip:
Underpants, as a bunch of mine have suffered in the wash. (Using a mesh bag reduces, but does not eliminate, unraveling elastic turning into creative laundry rope bondage.)
Slippers to wear while transcribing audio. (My normal sandals are too wide to fit the foot pedal nicely, and the existing slippers I have are a size too large. This was on the list.)
Disco ball ornaments and a sparkly garland. (Not at all on the list, but I'm certain I'll be able to put them to some appropriately fabulous use.)
A nonstick frying pan.
Face wash, foot spray, and bits goo.
Dish soap.
Floor mats for Vash, as the current ones are pretty well thrashed (as I discovered when tidying him).
Sweet chili sauce.
A Thanksgiving surprise which is going to offend somebody. (This surprise offends mainstream American tradition. This is my tradition to subvert, and the sort of "offend" which I am okay with: "that is an abomination which fills me with vague horror and a sense of the inappropriate" rather than the "actually this hurts me and you should not have done that", which I am not okay with generally.) I can't wait. (I'm not sure which somebody. It's a surprise to me too!)
cleverthylacine needed cat litter! She got back from her meetup (after some BART shenanigans) and I picked her up, and we had dinner. (Parking near the theatre in Union Landing on a Saturday night is a fool's errand, and next time I plan to remember to try the other side first.) Chili's has moved the specialty menus to their little tabletop tablets, and they still don't have prices on them. There was a brief misunderstanding where the person who seated us took the menus with the prices and all away, because she thought we were both gluten-free. Other than that, things were good. The chips were not quite up to the usual standard, alas. We wandered over to the nearby Jollibee with the intent of getting bubble tea, but found that the dining room was closed and there was a line at the drive-through. We decided to fetch kitty litter (et cetera) first, then get bubble tea for the ride home.
My general stamina is now up to both tidying my car and then doing a full wander around the Evil Empire, which pleases me. I didn't even hit step count by midnight, which in fairness is partly due to not starting the shenanigans earlier, as I got another thousand by the time we were out.
Tif learned why I can't say "and then you get a face full of bee dick" to Purple anymore. She also learned about the 36" strap-on incident.
The trip was largely uneventful except for the very end, where we were joined in the checkout line by four young men who were super, super, *super* high. They should probably not have been wandering around unattended, and I certainly hope none of them was driving any time soon. They were going to pick up one of the guys to put him on the checkout belt to see how much he cost, but they were too high to actually coordinate the task of picking him up. Despite the fact that earlier, one of the other dudes had been carrying him around piggyback. They did try, though! They were sufficiently high that they could not figure out accurately whether juicyfruit gum was juice or gum. They eventually decided it was gum, based on a close reading of the top of the container. Then we saw two more, different, guys smoking something in the parking lot. Your average tobacco pipe does not produce that amount of smoke. It was thick enough that I was legitimately wondering whether someone needed to get their car checked out, and then I saw the guys exhaling. We did question the life choices resulting in getting high in the walmart parking lot in Hayward at 1am, but then we were buying kitty litter at walmart in Hayward at 1am, so that is not a particularly high horse from which to point and laugh.
The Jollibee drive through was, if anything, more crowded. However,
I muffed the exit on the way back to Tif's, and wound up taking the Cesar Chavez exit and meandering my way into the Mission thattaway. Being on Mission at 2am: also not the most brilliant ever in life choices. But KFOG had some "Everybody Hurts" for me when I turned on the radio on the way home, and these are things which improve an already fairly contented moment.
Since
eveandriss was curious about what I would get on the shopping trip: Underpants, as a bunch of mine have suffered in the wash. (Using a mesh bag reduces, but does not eliminate, unraveling elastic turning into creative laundry rope bondage.)
Slippers to wear while transcribing audio. (My normal sandals are too wide to fit the foot pedal nicely, and the existing slippers I have are a size too large. This was on the list.)
Disco ball ornaments and a sparkly garland. (Not at all on the list, but I'm certain I'll be able to put them to some appropriately fabulous use.)
A nonstick frying pan.
Face wash, foot spray, and bits goo.
Dish soap.
Floor mats for Vash, as the current ones are pretty well thrashed (as I discovered when tidying him).
Sweet chili sauce.
A Thanksgiving surprise which is going to offend somebody. (This surprise offends mainstream American tradition. This is my tradition to subvert, and the sort of "offend" which I am okay with: "that is an abomination which fills me with vague horror and a sense of the inappropriate" rather than the "actually this hurts me and you should not have done that", which I am not okay with generally.) I can't wait. (I'm not sure which somebody. It's a surprise to me too!)
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It is a fairly charmless place. I think the better idea is to not be there at all.
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