friday, friday, friday.

sooooo, today i met elaine for lunch today at 2ish with the hopes that we could make it to a 3:25 showing of Fred Claus. needless to say, my keys were hiding underneath a boat and i couldn't find them, so i was late for lunch and we were late for the movie. we decided we could go to the theater at Memorial City and took this crazy way to get to Memorial and then just got lost in River Oaks. we were totally enthralled by the ridiculously huge houses and we were never going to make it out to Memorial City so we aborted our attempt out there and instead went to the CAMH to kill some time before the next showing of Fred Claus at the Weslayan theater. i liked the quality of the paint, but not the paintings themselves at the current show. the perspectives show was all right. i think we spent more time perusing the things in the gift shop than we did on the exhibition. i think the CAMH needs to step it up.
after the CAMH we went down to the Wortham to check out the XMAS Tree Show. I finally got to see troy's tree spin and it was totally fucking amazing! ...and kinda scary, but not as scary as the flocks of birds that descend upon Wortham Plaza at 5:30 everyday.
finally, it was time for Fred Claus and it was hella entertaining. yay! vince vaughn is such a likable jackass. plus, there's a brief appearance by denny from grey's anatomy. sure, he probably has an actual name, but he'll always be denny to me.
before going home, elaine and i stopped by target. i got the bridget jones sequel, batman begins, bath soap, and toilet paper. i was highly distressed that they changed the quilting pattern on my toilet paper. probably more distressed than any person ought to be in regards to toilet paper. we'll give it a shot.
now, i'm home.

really...i have no point.

ohhhh, man...

I love, love, love how I mishear things. I think I'll begin keeping a list.

Also...

"Ornamental" and "decorative" basically mean the same thing. What the hell?! Le frowns, yo.

Just ate my weight in fried potatos.

So, my first blog should have been posted weeks ago and it should have been something inane about boys or art. Instead, my inaugural blog will be about eating my weight in fried potatos. Oh, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but I DID just eat a crap ton of super good frenchy french fries...orrrr CHIPS as they ought to be called whilst I'm in the UK.
I'm currently in London on business with my boss. We're here for the art fairs. We're staying at a slightly shmancy hotel and the staff has been ridiculously friendly and helpful and most of all patient. Perhaps that's because they're English and all stoic and stuff? Oh, and did I mention they all wear pink dress shirts!!! I almost totally glazed over this fact.
We've been here since Tuesday and I'll totally blog all about it at some point, but not now, because I really just wanna talk about my chips and then take a nap...because I'm a fatass.
So after we did art stuff earlier, we got back and my boss decided to rest a lil, so I seized upon this gift of free time to wander about. I was a lil disappointed that my favorite staffer, Peter, was gone for the day as I headed out. He's super cute and super sweet and super prolly waaaay too young... [on a side note, I've just spent about $20 on phone calls today. Ugh.]
Well, my wandering took to me to a couple of small, stinky shops here in Westminster and then to a busier street with a buncha shops and place to get fish and chips and where I just got some chips...a small order of chips, a small order of super crazy fantastastic chips....ugh. And by "ugh," what I mean is, "OMG! They were so crazy good, yo!"

Okay. My boss is getting her hair done. I think I'll take a nap.