OF THE ROYAL SCREW
I'm a little hungover. I feel icky. Went over to a friend's house for a belated Thanksgiving dinner. It was an excellent dinner but this crowd knows how to put back the alcohol. I brought a concoction of my own. I brought the makings of a Royal Screw which is 2 oz. Cognac, 2 oz. Orange Juice, stir together gently and then fill the rest of the glass with Champagne. Mimosa with kick. I had Courvoisier Cognac (très swank) left over from my 21st birthday and the Champagne was from the honeymoon. It was yummy and I had a more than one.
T. and I went shopping yesterday and bought a desk chair for me, five Zip disks, an ink cartridge for our bitchy printer, and some new clothes for T. I wouldn't have spent so much if I knew that he was going to spring the news of an office Christmas party on me later that night. It's going on next Saturday and I really have nothing to wear. For an office party it's fairly dressy and I'm still a little irked that I didn't have more notice about it.
Now I've got to figure out if I can afford a new dress and what we're going to do about sailing. We have a sailing date for next Sunday but I don't relish sailing after a late night of drinking. Maybe we could arrange it for Saturday instead but then we'd be tired. Plus, we have to pay to sail and what with money being tight I don't know if we can afford that and a new dress. At least I already have the shoes.
I got my judgement in the mail and I won!!!! Yippee-yay! The judge took off the 10% late fee that I had put on my bill but I still won the thing. He owes me $965 plus $46 dollars in court costs. Woo-hoo! Of course, it could be months before I get the cash from him.
Man, I'm so glad that's over. Frickin' idiot.
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