My Mule will Kick Your Mule's Ass
it is officially busy here again.
everybody's back from summer vacation and riding my ass. actually, there is very little ass-riding (at the office). here, we prefer the term "mule riding."
as in, if you don't schedule an LOC meeting choppity-chop there will be mules to ride!
all this very important discourse reminds me of something i never thought of before. hell to pay. what does that really mean? if you don't get your fingers out of the fig torte there will be hell to pay!
how much does one pay hell? do they take dollars or just souls? are fig tortes really worth your soul? what happens to you if you give up your soul? all these important questions will be answered very very soon in a book i will not write.
i am too busy riding mules. whee!
things are going well at my new apartment, thanks for asking. soon, we will go to IKEA, get lost, play on the bunkbeds, and buy some chairs which will be good for sitting on and/or throwing into the ring at professional wrestling matches.
speaking of which, i hear hulk hogan got into a limo accident. this brings up another very important question; how the hell does hulk hogan still afford limos? that's so rocky III!
also of great import to share with you is the fact that shannon has likened me to barbara bush. the older one.
that really rides my mule.
i mean, if she had likened me to the younger one, at least i could have had a dirty little republican fantasy in which i pranced about with a bunch of other young republicans wearing something frilly and short whilst coked to the gills. then dick cheney would start leering and i'd have to cut the fantasy short.
eeew. i'm sorry for writing that. that was uncalled for. i will probably have hell to pay now.
this weekend is shaping up nicely. first we're going to see digweed at mezzanine on friday night. then i'm going out to spend gobs of money with rachel on saturday. then i will ride a mule on saturday night. perhaps also seeing Hero, which looks lov-er-ly. on sunday i might bruncheon with shindler before heading to sausalito for an evening's repast on a boat owned by two of madhavi's friends. then, to cap it all off, on monday i get to totally freak out about the fact that madhavi's parents are coming over to our new apartment for dinner even though we have no chairs yet and the guinea pigs are running around everywhere.
i will have to buy more stoats to take care of our guinea pig problem.
but parents over for dinner! ulp. that's crazy talk.
they have been making us these yummy dinners for a while now, though. it just seemed fair. and to be honest, it was my own stupid idea.
next week is the gala. i can't believe another season is starting here already. this year, i swear i'm going to streak at least once.
my parents went on a south american cruise.
they were offered guinea pig to eat. they said no.
they also saw a painting of the last supper with guinea pig as the main course - a replica of a real historic painting in Cuzco.
but they didn't buy it for me.
the end.
i don't think guinea pig is kosher.
it's no problem, as long as you cook it in a separate pan.