Friday, November 30, 2001
The Mav's game last night was a lot of fun, even though the punks lost. Halfway through the game I started cheering for the Kings, but Zack promptly bopped me upside the head with one of those little balloon banger thingies they leave in your cupholders. Hey, I was just in Sacramento on Tuesday. Can't I show a little support? Heh.
The seats we had were awesome. We were in floor seating, to the right of one of the baskets, row A seats 5 & 6. I've never been to a basketball game and had better seats. They were slightly elevated, so everyone had a good view. I wasn't terribly impressed with the American Airlines Center, though. $5 for a cup of Budweiser? Puhleeeease.
Shawn Bradley is frigging 7'6". He made all of the other players, most notably Steve Nash, look like midgets. Steve Nash is very noticable on the court because of his flailing arms and rockstar-on-rogaine hair. I thought he looked about my height. Upon consulting my program I found that he is actually 6'3".
I can't help but mention the Maverick's cheerleaders. They were terminally cute and perky, but they trundled around the court like excavating machines. The pep squad at my old high school had better moves. Seriously.
I'm still working on Vegas. There's so much to write. I don't know where to start.
fluttergirl 12:46 PM CST [link] [2 comments]
Thursday, November 29, 2001
Exhaustion. I'm home. I'm wiser. I now know that I will never wear pantsuits when I get older. I know that if you're flying out of California you *definitely* need the extra two hours to get through security. I know that if I'm surrounded by massive amounts of colour and movement I get kind of flashbacky. I know that flashbacky is not a word. I know that living in hotels is not ideal, but I also know it's better than sleeping in a daycab. I know that going without internet access for a week makes me jittery, much like the effects of drinking too much coffee. I know that when I have no internet access I drink too much coffee.
I know that I missed my friend Jim's birthday. I'm really *really* sorry about that. I also know that JIM knows about my procrastination and my forgetful ways, so I know he'll forgive me if I get him a super cool present.
I know that if I don't get myself in gear I'll never get this laundry done before the Maverick's game tonight.
PS - Hey Niki! Write ya soon, doll.
fluttergirl 04:19 PM CST [link] [comment]
Monday, November 26, 2001
I forgot my modem at home. Damn me. That's why I didn't check in from Vegas. It was a grand time. More about it when I get home.
Right now I'm stuck in a stinking desert town called Four Corners. There are five of us. We're driving from Vegas to Oakland. Or is it Sacramento?? No one seems to know for sure. One of the trucks is broken down. We're waiting for a mechanic. Our flight is supposed to leave tomorrow from Oakland at 12:45 pm Pacific. We can't deliver the trucks until 8 am. The other drivers don't seem to think that we'll make our flight. I'm not stressing it.
The scenery is incredible. Gorgeous and lonely. I still wouldn't want to live out here, though.
Zack called earlier. He got us Maverick's tickets for Thursday night. I hope I make it back for the game.
We went through Barstow an hour ago.
"We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like 'I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.' And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car... which was going about a hundred miles an hour... with the top down to Las Vegas."
"Holy Jesus! What are these goddamned animals??"
"My attorney had taken off his shirt and was pouring beer on his chest to facilitate the tanning process."
"What the hell are you yelling about?"
"Never mind. It's your turn to drive."
"No point in mentioning those bats. The poor bastard will see them soon enough."
Talk to y'all when (and if) I get home. :D I do love an adventure.
fluttergirl 06:29 PM CST [link] [comment]
Thursday, November 22, 2001
I left at 4:30 Tuesday afternoon to drive to Calhoun, GA. I got back to Dallas (a bit over 800 miles each way) at midnight last night. Supertrucker. Thassssss right.
I forgot to bring my camera with me. Not that I ever actually get film developed. But I do love to take pictures. I found the third most beautiful cemetery I've ever seen in Calhoun. I spent about 15 minutes wandering around it yesterday morning. It wasn't very big, maybe an acre and a half. They (whoever they are who decide where to put cemetaries) built it on a hillside. It's bizarre, because you can easily imagine the coffins laying at a slant so the people inside are almost standing. There are HUGE trees covered in ivy throughout the place. Huge compared to Dallas trees, anyway. Very little grass... mostly dirt and leaves on the ground. Very creative and old gravestones. Many fake flowers and a few deflated balloons are spots of colour. I'm wanting a digital camera so I'll have no excuse to post images of things like this. Oh well. I'm probably going back next week some time, so I'll get pics then.
Tomorrow... tomorrow IS Friday, right? Between Zack's surgery and my driving I've lost track of what day it is. Yes, TOMORROW, I'm flying to Las Vegas at 3 something in the afternoon. We're picking up trucks there on Monday morning, so I'll get a freebie weekend in Vegas to do whatever. That's one of the perks of this job. Not only do I get to drive instead of work in a cubicle, I get to reap the rewards of my boss' thriftiness. If she gets cheaper tickets a couple of days (usually a weekend because truck places are only open Monday through Friday) before we pick up a truck I get a free mini vacation. She pays for everything out on the road, but our meals. Plus I get frequent flyer points.
So this weekend it'll be me and four senior citizens, partying like it's 1949 in Vegas. I'm bringing my laptop with me, so I'll be checking in from the hotel.
fluttergirl 06:59 PM CST [link] [comment]
Monday, November 19, 2001
Life is good again. I'm employed, better than ever. $$$$ Rawk.
Apologies have been promptly made and accepted. Zackery is recovered. Check out his great appendix pictures:
Lovely, isn't it?
"You always did love a view."
fluttergirl 08:32 PM CST [link] [comment]
Wednesday, November 14, 2001
Sorry for no recent activity. Zack developed appendicitis on Monday evening. They operated yesterday afternoon. He's ok, but he's still running a fever. They've decided to keep him again tonight, so I probably won't get to update until tomorrow. Hospital food really is disgusting.
fluttergirl 02:42 PM CST [link]
Friday, November 9, 2001
Zackery and I are leaving this afternoon to go to Austin. I love road trips. You damn skippy.
fluttergirl 12:53 PM CST [link]
Thursday, November 8, 2001
"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, thats as good as they're going to feel all day." - Frank Sinatra
fluttergirl 09:40 PM CST [link]
Tuesday, November 6, 2001
I've been under the weather / kind of blue lately. It's something that is so tempting to wallow in, but Zack never allows it. Whenever I start to feel down he seems to sense it and he smothers me in kisses. This is love. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes because he's cuddling up to me or tucking the blankets in around me so I'm not cold. He's always teaching me things, whether it's restoring partitions on a hard drive or browning ground beef without overcooking it. He even spends time with my impossible father on some weekends, helping with manly stuff or teaching dad how to use his laptop.
Zack also makes me laugh. For example, from a game of Trivial Pursuit we were playing last week:
Question: Whose assassination was deemed a conspiracy by a Tennessee jury, in 1999?
Z's answer: Abraham Lincoln? (hahahaha - actual answer is Martin Luther King Jr's)
I love you so much, Zack. Thank you for being my husband and best friend.
fluttergirl 12:05 PM CST [link]