A bit of a late start
Jan. 16th, 2006 09:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eveglassI can tell I'm overwhelmed by the fact that I'm getting a late start on doing work today and I'm not stressed. I've passed beyond the point of stress and am in the "eh, frick it" stage. This is not good. It's only the second week of classes. I'm going to try to do a Latin blitz before I need to leave for class and hopefully get today's stuff translated and do the exercize. Other things to do today:
1. write a short (1-2 page) anotated bibliography entry of something I've already read (due tomorrow)
2. read at least 70 pages of Romance of the Rose (180 pages due Wednesday)
3. photocopy and read a bunch of articles for music history (due next week)
And now, to distract myself from all that, a brief update of late night.
Yesterday morning my aunt called me up and asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with her and her family. Though I probably should have stayed home and worked, dinner sounded good, so I said yes. She told me the plans were to go to Baton Rouge... yay for ribs.
When I arrived, she told me that plans had changed and that we were instead going to a restaurant called Terra. (Our menu isn't on the website, since they have specials for Sunday.) This place was fancy. Very fancy. As in, WAY more than I'd be able to afford myself. It was, on the other hand, very very tasty. The waiters were nice and had just the right amount of ambiguious gayness. (Look, fancy waiters who are male tend to be gay, or at least ambiguous. Like Aziraphale. I don't know why this is. It just is.)
Dinner started with a complimentary seafood spread-type thing with crackers. From there, I had salad with raspberry vinagrette (which was listed in a much more fancy way on the menu, and wish I had a copy so that I could write it out). Between courses, they served us complimentary lime sherbet (I told you it was a fancy place). Main course for me was "naturally raised" chicken... SO tender. My uncle had ostrich. Yes, ostrich. I've never had ostrich before, but apparently this place sells it. Dessert was crème brulée, accompanied by complementary cheeses. The meal finished off with jasmine tea for me, and a variety of other teas around the table.
At the end of the meal, they brought all the women $25 gift certificates to a spa. Have I mentioned this place was fancy? I really do wish I could describe it better.
Then my uncle dropped off Robert and my aunt at home and started driving me. We hadn't quite decided whether I'd just be dropped off at a subway or whether he'd drive me all the way home. Danyse was quite insistant that I be driven home, but I was fine with the subway (it's a rather long drive to downtown). I got an inkling that I was being driven home when we passed a few subway stations without stopping at them, but Danyse apparently didn't notice them. When we passed Casa Loma, I knew for sure. So Uncle Steve and I bantered about how he'd just drop me at (or even near!) a subway, and Danyse kept arguing that this was Cruel and Unusual and that I should be driven home.
About a block away from the residence, Daynse asked where I wanted to be dropped off, and I said, "oh, I don't know. I guess somewhere around here." Of course, by this time we were at the pull-in for the residence, and she FINALLY realized we'd been teasing her for the past ten minutes. The look on her face was precious.
Anyway, that was my night. Now it's morning, 9:23 on my clock, and I have yet to get dressed or eat breakfast. I should do that. And then I should translate as much Latin as my little brain will handle. G'morning, everyone!
1. write a short (1-2 page) anotated bibliography entry of something I've already read (due tomorrow)
2. read at least 70 pages of Romance of the Rose (180 pages due Wednesday)
3. photocopy and read a bunch of articles for music history (due next week)
And now, to distract myself from all that, a brief update of late night.
Yesterday morning my aunt called me up and asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with her and her family. Though I probably should have stayed home and worked, dinner sounded good, so I said yes. She told me the plans were to go to Baton Rouge... yay for ribs.
When I arrived, she told me that plans had changed and that we were instead going to a restaurant called Terra. (Our menu isn't on the website, since they have specials for Sunday.) This place was fancy. Very fancy. As in, WAY more than I'd be able to afford myself. It was, on the other hand, very very tasty. The waiters were nice and had just the right amount of ambiguious gayness. (Look, fancy waiters who are male tend to be gay, or at least ambiguous. Like Aziraphale. I don't know why this is. It just is.)
Dinner started with a complimentary seafood spread-type thing with crackers. From there, I had salad with raspberry vinagrette (which was listed in a much more fancy way on the menu, and wish I had a copy so that I could write it out). Between courses, they served us complimentary lime sherbet (I told you it was a fancy place). Main course for me was "naturally raised" chicken... SO tender. My uncle had ostrich. Yes, ostrich. I've never had ostrich before, but apparently this place sells it. Dessert was crème brulée, accompanied by complementary cheeses. The meal finished off with jasmine tea for me, and a variety of other teas around the table.
At the end of the meal, they brought all the women $25 gift certificates to a spa. Have I mentioned this place was fancy? I really do wish I could describe it better.
Then my uncle dropped off Robert and my aunt at home and started driving me. We hadn't quite decided whether I'd just be dropped off at a subway or whether he'd drive me all the way home. Danyse was quite insistant that I be driven home, but I was fine with the subway (it's a rather long drive to downtown). I got an inkling that I was being driven home when we passed a few subway stations without stopping at them, but Danyse apparently didn't notice them. When we passed Casa Loma, I knew for sure. So Uncle Steve and I bantered about how he'd just drop me at (or even near!) a subway, and Danyse kept arguing that this was Cruel and Unusual and that I should be driven home.
About a block away from the residence, Daynse asked where I wanted to be dropped off, and I said, "oh, I don't know. I guess somewhere around here." Of course, by this time we were at the pull-in for the residence, and she FINALLY realized we'd been teasing her for the past ten minutes. The look on her face was precious.
Anyway, that was my night. Now it's morning, 9:23 on my clock, and I have yet to get dressed or eat breakfast. I should do that. And then I should translate as much Latin as my little brain will handle. G'morning, everyone!
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Date: 2006-01-16 09:40 pm (UTC)-Eileen
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Date: 2006-01-16 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-17 01:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-17 01:37 am (UTC)To each their own, I suppose.