Sweepy MewAnd right:
Dweaming Bear (yes that pumpkin's from October, DON'T JUDGE ME!)
Dweaming Bear (yes that pumpkin's from October, DON'T JUDGE ME!)
They can't cuddle together, that would be unheard of. They like to flank you and then conquer you with cuteness!!
Yesterday and today I've been thinking of what inspires people, artwork, peers, music, teh internets... I find work life to be less than inspiring. It physically hurts when I go out to lunch and find myself with co-workers saying, "I never go to the art museum. My teacher in high school showed me a painting of a mountain and asked me what I thought it represented. What? It's just a mountain!" sigh. And so I asked, "So if you went west to Colorado and you saw the mountains would you think, 'eh, they're just mountains!'?" Everyone laughed, but I was being serious. Maybe a bit too serious for a co-worker lunch, I admit.
Monday Joe and I went out to The Filthy Libertine, a semi-recently re-opened gastro-pub down on Clybourn. Gastro pub because the food is classy, but not over priced and the drink selection is prime. I recommend the gnocchi with pork belly and the beignets. Anyway, Joe used to work with a couple of people that now work over there. Monday nights they have guest chefs come to bartend, and this Monday, it was ::swooooooon:: Dale! Yes, Dale! If you'll remember, I'm a huge fan of Dale. So you ask, did you get pictures? HA! Do you know me AT ALL?? How could I pass up an opportunity to totally humiliate myself even after I spilled my drink all over my lap?? That's right, Dale made me a specialty cocktail and delivered it himself and I spilled it all. over. my. lap. And then he made me another one. That one went down the hatch.
Later, Joe bought Dale a shot and he was nice enough to give us some good conversation. That's not Stan, that's Dale, I promise. Do not be misled by the shirt. No, really, NOT STAN. Maybe I should photoshop that out because you look confused. DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT STAN. IF YOU ARE A FRIEND OF STAN, I CANNOT TELL YOU WHERE STAN IS OR THE LOCATION OF HIS SHIRT. PLEASE DO NOT CONTACT FOR ANY INFORMATION RELATING TO STAN. THANK YOU.
The following captions by Joe: "This is Joe getting shitfaced with Dale
This is Joe puking into Dale's underpants
This is Dale cleaning Joe's puke out of Dale's underpants
This is me hugging Dale"
Some pictures may have been removed due to adult content.
The whole experience left me wishing I could see the same sort of passion in someone in my own field. I was, and still am, a bit jealous. I mean, Joe got to meet a guy that inspires those around him with his artwork, his creations, all the while taking some shots and eating some amazing food? I feel so cheated! Why can't Engineers put something together of this caliber? There's really no reason why we can't.
Yesterday and today I've been thinking of what inspires people, artwork, peers, music, teh internets... I find work life to be less than inspiring. It physically hurts when I go out to lunch and find myself with co-workers saying, "I never go to the art museum. My teacher in high school showed me a painting of a mountain and asked me what I thought it represented. What? It's just a mountain!" sigh. And so I asked, "So if you went west to Colorado and you saw the mountains would you think, 'eh, they're just mountains!'?" Everyone laughed, but I was being serious. Maybe a bit too serious for a co-worker lunch, I admit.
Monday Joe and I went out to The Filthy Libertine, a semi-recently re-opened gastro-pub down on Clybourn. Gastro pub because the food is classy, but not over priced and the drink selection is prime. I recommend the gnocchi with pork belly and the beignets. Anyway, Joe used to work with a couple of people that now work over there. Monday nights they have guest chefs come to bartend, and this Monday, it was ::swooooooon:: Dale! Yes, Dale! If you'll remember, I'm a huge fan of Dale. So you ask, did you get pictures? HA! Do you know me AT ALL?? How could I pass up an opportunity to totally humiliate myself even after I spilled my drink all over my lap?? That's right, Dale made me a specialty cocktail and delivered it himself and I spilled it all. over. my. lap. And then he made me another one. That one went down the hatch.
Later, Joe bought Dale a shot and he was nice enough to give us some good conversation. That's not Stan, that's Dale, I promise. Do not be misled by the shirt. No, really, NOT STAN. Maybe I should photoshop that out because you look confused. DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT STAN. IF YOU ARE A FRIEND OF STAN, I CANNOT TELL YOU WHERE STAN IS OR THE LOCATION OF HIS SHIRT. PLEASE DO NOT CONTACT FOR ANY INFORMATION RELATING TO STAN. THANK YOU.
The following captions by Joe: "This is Joe getting shitfaced with DaleThis is Joe puking into Dale's underpants
This is Dale cleaning Joe's puke out of Dale's underpants
This is me hugging Dale"
Some pictures may have been removed due to adult content.
5 comments:
I used to feel a lot of frustration over my job. Then I realized that for me, my job is what I do so I can afford to buy yarn and booze and other things that make me happy.
Sure, crocheting and writing would be my dream job, but then I wonder, if I had to do them because they were my job, would they still be fun?
And in a weird instance of serendipity, an article about work and happiness just came through the pipeline at work. Life is funny.
You're right. I need more booze and yarn! YES! ;)
EWWWWWWWW!!! NICOLE. PLEASE. TELL. ME. THAT. IS. NOT. A. REAL. PUMPKIN.
(fyi - the cats are cute and the dale story is awesome. Tell Joe I said congrats again ;))
FIGURE OUT YOUR SCHEDULE, BIYA.
i totally judge if it is real, fyi.
mmmm course it's not real... of coooourse....
Post a Comment