I realized that it's been awhile since I've written and thought to myself, I shall post something witty at lunchtime. Instead I'm sitting here in a crappy mood, which is no way to write witty things. I've got Opera in one ear from the office radio, Trainspotting in the other and no, they don't mix well. But my headphones, as well as every set I've purchased in this stupid country, aren't long enough to allow me to wear both earphones without actually schlumping toward the cpu which sits on the floor.
It's a bright warm sunny day, the first we've had for awhile now. The forecast is calling for it to hold thru the long bank holiday weekend. I should be jubiliant, euphoric, perhaps even beaming. But I'm not. I'm cranky and bitchy and I want to go home. Why? What, you ask, could possibly have ruined my day? Got to work early, which never happens. Figured out what was wrong with the design we've been working on the past few days and fixed it. Got the tile samples I've been awaiting. And then I went into a meeting with my boss. And spilled tea on my drawings. Before we'd had a chance to look at them. Every day I get closer and closer to my inner cartoon character and I can't say that I'm happy about that. If I were approaching my inner Lisa Simpson, or say, my inner Jessica Rabbit, that would be acceptable. (great. now it's Guns + Roses on the right and Do, A Deer on the left. I'm in hell) But I think I'm more like Luann or one of those kids from Rugrats. When I was little I always wanted to be Bianca from the Rescuers. She was so elegant. Especially for a cartoon mouse. I guess I figured if a mouse could pull off the French Lady thing, I could as well. That's the thing about childhood ideals: reality isn't part of the equation. Not that I've got a firm grip on it now, but I'm fairly certain when I say 'I want to be that' there is usually a hope in hell that it can be accomplished. It might take one of those reality TV makeover shows but I am certain that someone (or a team of someones) in the world can make me into fill-in-the-blank-here. Except maybe George Clooney's wife.
So yeah, not a great day and not sure why. Last night was our last Italian class for the session. That might be a culprit. We went for dinner at this very lovely place on the canal. Really, just a beautiful space. Can't say enough about that space. Because the meal was really disappointing. You know it's going to be a long evening when you find yourself flipping the menu open and closed hoping for another page to miraculously appear. I actually considered turning it upside down in the hopes it read better that way. So, mediocre meal at a premium cost and then home. For the same price, I should have ordered the Barolo and skipped the food altogether. But then I'd have had to share the wine and I was with a bunch of Chianti drinkers. (ooh, mood is worse that I thought)
Ok, going back to work now, my Wine-Snob-French-Cartoon-Mouse self. Talk to you much later.
6 comments:
Hey B, what's your address out there in BFE? I might have just what you are looking for.
dear oh dear - can it really be that bad? It probably is - welcome to my world. But at least you have your cartoon character for escapism. I just cant get away from T...o. - I think you need a cool glass of pinot grigio in the sun. Joe
I am Dangermouse.
And *sob* not Penfold, despite the hair-related similarities.
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That sounds a very unItalian Italian evening. Horribly uninspiring.
The Mediterranean is something that rubs off on you - it recharges something deep inside, and sometimes there's only one way to renew your depleted something-or-other.
(God knows I'm running on vapour at the moment).
You've probably mentioned this elsewhere, but I'm only just beginning to read back through your archives, so....what are your current plans re. Italy?
Hi Mike. No current plans for Italy. I was there twice last year so it's time to see something else. I've got a trip to Barcelona in the works, followed by a trip to Scotland for a distillary tour. Very much looking forward to both those trips. For the summer, I'm staying put here to see who washes ashore from the US. Several people have said they were going to come visit, but I've heard nothing of the details since. I may not have anyone at all. So Italy will have to wait until 2007.
What about you? Where did you decide to go for your 'I Will Conquer This' tour?
I'm flying to Dublin. :)
It's a short flight from Manchester. And I've never been.....
Probably in a month's time, I reckon.
Yey! I should think you'll enjoy it. I did when I visited the first time. And short flights are good flights the first few times. Do all the touristy things. Have your photo taken in front of Joyce's Statue. And Wilde's. And then in front of Molly Malone's. See the book of Kells, the sea, Temple Bar. Tour the Guinness factory, skip the Jameson's factory. Hoof it over the Ha'Penny Bridge and stand at the base of the Spike. Stroll down O'Connell street to the only bridge in the world that is wider than it is long. Take the train to Greystones and the bus to Glendalough. And don't forget your camera.
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