a while back, when my friend ryan beatty of serene first encountered my cd collection, he told me, 'sarah, don't buy any more cds...just listen to the ones you already have...' and he's totally right...today on the way to work i popped in a cd i bought at least 3 weeks ago...it was the pixies' 'trompe le monde'...like whoah...i'm glad i took pierre's advice to get my hands on some pixies...i think i'm gonna have to give that album a few more listens to appreciate it the way it deserves...another example to support ryan's remark is the photo album by death cab for cutie...like how beautiful is that album??? it's been MONTHS since i listened to it....from the first tenuous bars of steadier footing and on to the rest of the album...i vascillate between wanting to cry to wanting to waltz...and there are so many albums that i know i'll have the same reaction to if i just get around to playing them again...
in addition to listening to the pixies on my way to work, which involved stop and go traffic by the way, i got so damn sleepy i started dreaming outloud...my eyes were open, i was staying in my lane, but the words coming out of my mouth were pure rubbish...really loud rubbish so as to keep my senses alert...it was like yesterday, i was so exhausted and rt caught me dozing off, and he said something to me and i responded with what sounded like a drunken slur...what i actually said was 'mexican cheese' which made no sense, and when i had realized what i'd just said, i couldn't help giggling...yes, that's how tired i was...i was slapphappy...
and no wonder, considering how rt put me to work at hard manual labor last night...we bottled our homebrew yesterday...that involved sterilizing around 5 dozen beer bottles...then transferring the brew from the carboy (the gigantic 5 gallon glass jug in which the brew was brewing) to a sterilized pail...then siphoning the brew into the 5 dozen beer bottles one at a time...and because of the way things were positioned and the way siphons work, all this had to be done on the floor...at first, rt wanted to put the brew in the bottles and he wanted me to seal the bottlecaps on...it sounded fun at first, but when i tried my first one, the awkwardness of having to kneel on the floor combined with my general state of exhaustion made the job sound more punitive than rt had intended...today on the phone he told me that he noticed my usual sense of humor and patience waning about this time...his assessment of the situation is quite accurate...i was pissed...i basically told him there was no way i was putting those bottlecaps on them bottles...without skipping a beat (quite suitable for a drummer) or blinking an eye or whatever, he changed the plans to "ok, i'll put the caps on, you put the brew in the bottles..." and that worked just fine...we got 54 bottles out of that batch of beer...we'll see how it turns out...they should be ready for consumption in the next 2 weeks...i'm gonna make rt drink the first bottle and then wait a day to see the results...if he's still alive, then i'll have a sip.
in between sterilizing and bottling, we went out to celebrate cinco de mayo by going to chicago ave for some mexican food...rt had a margarita and i had a pina colada...the waitress giggled as she asked me if i wanted alcohol in my drink, as if i were underage or something, and i'm like, 'well, yeah, it's cinco de mayo...' and she just laughed again...i think it was because i was wearing my red dressy bessy t shirt...rt told me i look like i'm 15 in that shirt...i'm gonna keep that shirt for the rest of my LIFE...i think i'll appreciate it more when i'm 64...
today, i'm doing laundry...it's long overdue...yes, rt's working & i'm doing laundry damn it! i'm out of...well....you know....
lately, i've been obsessing over monitoring traffic...ever since i discovered this website. i mean, look at this...when you hate sitting in traffic as much as i do, how could you NOT obsess over this site??? i've been known to start monitoring travel times starting 1pm here at work...especially when there's a cubs game...like tonight damn it...