Me? I spent the morning helping a friend move (out of the house she shared with her husband. Ironic day for it...). The afternoon involved me attempting to help my brother renovate his house, but he had planned to go appliance shopping instead (a necessary task, I should've called ahead instead of just showing up at his place). He gave me a sweet flashlight as a belated birthday gift though, so that was nice. The evening? Frozen pizza and drunkenly browsing OKCupid.
What about you, Hubski? Fun times with your significant other? A refusal to celebrate an utterly commercial "holiday"? Business as usual? Let's hear it.
tng walks in to the grocery store and looks around.... there are several men in the checkout lane with just flowers and chocolate. oh shit, that's right tng says aloud.
visiting your super old and sickly uncle that you barely know, I hope?
More of a "oh god I was asleep and then I woke up and now my chest hurts a lot and I can't catch my breath or stop shaking" situation. Close enough I guess.
I was told it was likely either a panic attack (as b_b said), or a muscle spasm. Either occurred while I was asleep, and I haven't experienced either before. Only slightly terrifying. edit: tempted to rule out panic attack since I felt the pain a bit more while I was at the grocery. Short-lived, and no other effects, but still.
The morning was spent driving an hour to the outskirts of hell. My wife taught a course one of her friends arranged, but had the instructor bail on at the last minute. While she taught, me and the munchkin hung out at a park for an hour. She gleefully watched a boy one month her junior play with her bubbles and chalk while she ate string cheese. We then went to Trader Joe's to kill time/buy more "pouches" (applesauce in a squeeze tube), only to discover the TJ's in Outer Hell is next to a Petco. So we spent another half hour looking at kitties and doggies and fishies. She spent the most amount of time observing a tank full of my favorite fish, although this is likely because their tank was full of sparkly fake jewels. We then returned to pick up my wife, eat Cuban food and pick the brain of her friend, who has opened two birth centers. She proceeded to offer us about six figures in equity so that gives us options. But yeah. Spent about two hours of my Valentine's talking about architecture and business shit. Drove home just in time for the babysitter to show up, at which point we drove to my favorite Russian spa in Los Angeles (AKA the only Russian spa in Los Angeles) (not least of which because it's in a former crematorium - the oven in the wet banya is legit for burning corpses). We had a couples massage, which is awesome, except it's LA, which will certify anybody for massage in like a week, so you pay $150/hr for a $40/hr massage. Then we asked for the meat and cheese plate, which was $26 for literally a costco tray of jack cheese cubes, a handful of Ritz crackers and some sopressata. Place is really going downhill, man. And, of course, it was full of starfucking ad agency flacks who were talking so much like parodies of LA starfucking ad agency flacks we had to suppress laughter. And people who were texting their friends from the hot tub, despite the (formerly) strict no-cellphone policy. And then you have that awkward moment where you see a celebrity, but aren't sure who they are, and they see you seeing, and then they freak out because they think you're going to make a scene, and then you realize there's a person freaking balls because you're looking at them for an extra half-second and you feel like an asshole and then you realize they're the asshole because fucking hell, you're just wondering where you know them from, and it's not like that time when you found yourself waiting at the cab station at Mozza with Heather Graham, and it's not like that time you spent a three hour flight across the aisle from Alyson Hannigan, it's just the skinny dude from The Office, and fuckin' A, you would expect somebody to look up quizically when you barge into a tomb-silent former crematorium where they're hanging out sweating with their wife on Valentine's Day. And then it's midnight and you get out and you're on Santa Monica and the street is one long line of Uber Black and twits in their twenties paying too much for drinks involving muddling and you just spent $300 on two massages, some long soaks and truck stop food and your Honda looks mighty out-of-place amongst the late-model Range Rovers and other PretenseMobiles favored by those hitting SMBlvd on Valentine's Day and you realize that it is long since time to get the fuck out of this berg.
It was a really good day for me. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before but I go to Coderdojo every saturday, if you can't be bothered checking out that link, it's a network of free programming clubs for people younger than 18. This week was quite different to most, a new club was starting up right next to an existing one and they were getting all of the best young programmers(All of which I like very much to be with) from the already established one to teach a 'class' for basic HTML with about 30 people in the room, which consisted of a bunch of 10ish looking guys, a few slightly younger looking girls, around six people who looked 14-17, parents, and staff of the fancy building which kindly donated their room. All of which had never done anything code related, except for one girl who looked around 17, she already had notepad and seemed to already know some HTML. I had 'mentored' quite a few times before, which were all fun, but this class was full of great people, I felt we did a good job and I had a brilliant time talking to everyone there. See it's structured with much more freedom than classes you'll find in school, the 'students' are helping each other, people were sharing tips and cheerfully arguing about what the best text editor, language, operating system etc. was throughout the day(the answer is Sublime, Java/C#/C tie, Windows 8 :P), discussing their favourite TV shows and all that jazz. It was awesome. I also hadn't done any HTML in like a year but that was fineeee... Nothing really valentine's-day-y though, most that happened was someone who is unlucky enough to put up with my Eminem references all the time yelled that I'd fall in love with the 17-year-old-looking girl I mentioned earlier when I spotted a Eminem reference on the site she was making, right in front of her. Yeah, he has ADHD... so it's excused.
BRUH you can't just end the story there, did you ask her out? Were you interested in her at all?...yelled that I'd fall in love with the 17-year-old-looking girl I mentioned earlier when I spotted a Eminem reference on the site she was making, right in front of her.
Haha. I guess so a little. I was going to talk to her about Eminem, but with what my friend said I just awkwardly laughed and walked away... When she left I told her to "Keep working on that Eminem site Till' you collapse"(She had transformed it into a site just about Eminem by that point), which I am proud of.
I spent the early morning (prior to 11) cleaning up my living space. I'd been inspired recently to get rid of old possessions and clutter, etc. (This happens a few times every year.) I gathered books to donate and went through old mail, figuring out what to throw out and keep. In the midst of this I found a tax form I needed for this year's taxes! Actually the only tax form I needed. So I filed my taxes. Awesome! At 11:30 I was meeting a friend for lunch and to give her 3 bags full of yarn and knitting things that I was giving away as I knew I wouldn't use them. Lunch was delicious and fun and what I needed. It began to snow. Early afternoon I went to a group-friend-hangout-house and we passed a Dutch and killed some time. I had originally planned to go to my bar and talk to my bartender (the one I've been crushing on for months guys, yeah that one). I had talked to him earlier in the week and we'd even talked about Valentine's Day. I'd asked him why he didn't have a Valentine.[1] However, I began to feel self-conscious about doing so, because I've been pretty sure previously this guy has known I've had a huge crush on him[2] and hasn't seemed to reciprocate. Also, I figured the bar was probably pretty busy. I texted my sister and went to hang out with her. We'd bailed on our set plans for the day, which were to go see a movie, and just lazed around with her and her friend. Then eventually I went home. Another friend tried to get me to hang out and indeed, we had even promised to be each other's platonic valentine's for the day, but it was snowing. I felt bad bailing so I gave hanging out the good ol' college try - even left my house - but got stuck on the hill leaving my neighborhood and that's when I decided to call it quits. Then I just shitted around on the internet til I went to bed. I wrote. I finished reading the poetry book I was supposed to. It was a pretty good day. I was really busy and just had fun. I didn't feel unhappy about the fact that it was valentine's, or that I didn't have a lover-valentine, at all. [1] Apparently when you ask a person of the gender you are attracted to "So, why don't you have a Valentine?" the week before Valentine's Day, you are being Completely Obvious about your GIant Burgeoning Crush. Thanks, siblings, for informing me and now making me feel even more self-conscious.
[2] See [1] and now ask yourself, "How could he not know?" Consider also the following:
- I have previously made and given him cookies
- I have previously written out and given him a copy of one of my poems
- We hang out and talk at the bar all the time and I say stupid stuff like apparently "Why don't you have a Valentine?"
Kind of missed the ship on this one, but my girlfriend was supposed to be at a debate tournament all day, so we were going to do Valentine's everything on Sunday. I spent all day in pajamas watching Breaking Bad, eating gelato, and texting her in between rounds. Several hours pass, she ended up not doing well, and needed to be picked up. I swung by and got her, and we ended up gorging ourselves at a local Pho joint my friend's family owns. From there, we went back to my house, threw on some sweatpants, and watched a romantic movie on Netflix. Maybe this reeks of high school, but it was nice because it wasn't planned, and super low-key.
I cleaned the dirtiest, most shit-filled basement since joining All Hands Volunteers last month doing flood recovery work. Since it was the last day of the project, it was nice to end on something rather epic. Unfortunately, it's been a couple of days and I still can't even think about corn kernels without gagging. And rather more unfortunately, there were three kids under 8 years old at the house living in abject squalor and all I could do was mop and bleach their basement, when what I really wanted to do was to move them into another house, one that wouldn't reflood the second someone flushes a toilet. At lunch, I wrote a note to my girlfriend who was leading another team at another house, a note that the nice staff member delivering coffee to us then agreed to pass to her. After work was a really, really long shower, and then a celebratory end-of-project party at a local dive. Valentine's was overshadowed by the work we're doing here ending.
Started out the day working; got pretty busy around lunch, plus we were prepping to cater to 200+ people on Sunday. Got home, ate ice cream and watched Good Will Hunting. The ending was unexpectedly romantic, which kinda sucked. After that I pined over my ex for a little bit, and eventually thought "fuck it" and flirted with a future Colgate classmate for about an hour. That was fun, pretty much saved my day. We've texted a little more since, but she lives in NY, so I'm kinda struggling with how to escalate w/o being able to actually ask her out.
The girlfriend and I got dinner near Times Square. Trip Report forthcoming!
I spent 2.5 hours driving to Detroit through white-out conditions and poor drivers. About 30 minutes of that was spent in a deli trying different kinds of gourmet hams/various other smoked meats, so the drive wasn't all bad. Then I hung out with my girlfriend, cooked a crazy good meal (Which I'll discuss in detail only if prompted, don't want to sound too much like I'm bragging) drank a bunch of crazy good wine, and basically had the best Valentine's Day of my life. Disclaimer, this is the first V-Day in my 22 years that I've actually had someone special to celebrate it with.
(You asked for it :D ) First course: Arugula salad with shaved Parmesan and balsamic vinaigrette. Paired with a really good white wine that I forget the name of. Excellent mix of sweet/dry Second course: Bay scallops cooked in butter with Benton's Country Ham ala this recipe deglazed with brandy, served on garlic cauliflower puree. Paired with Gewurztraminer. Third course: Round steaks, cooked to a very happy medium served with a poached egg. Paired with Three Daughters Red. Dessert: Chocolate mousse layered on top of some kind of dark chocolate cake. This is the only bit that I didn't make, I was going to do a salt caramel cheesecake but had a bit of an... explosion in the oven while I was making it. Not quite sure how that happened.
I hung around the house till work at 4 left there around 10 and worked door at a show my roommate was doing sound at. At some mdma while I was there and then went a played pool till bar close, met up with some friends who are going away for a few weeks and ended up with them till like 8am talking.
First, I woke up. I shoveled snow, which was no hardship. The weather was much cold, which left little time for thinking. Later I lazed about. I watched hockey, then I watched rugby. Rugby games go fast. Few time stoppages will do that. I scrapped for food at around 17:30. I ate, then did nothing until now. I did not realize it was Valentine's day until I saw this post. That might be bad.