that’s a card game isn’t it?
I went out after work today with some coworkers for ‘Martini Wednesdays’. Apparently this place has martinis for $3.50 on Wednesdays. $3.50 c.r.a.z.y.
There was a guy at a table close by to us who got a ‘classic’ martini (the kind in photographs… with the olives) so I decided to copy him.
When our server asked me whether I wanted it with vodka or gin, I instinctively responded, “gin”.
The people I was with thought I was crazy.
And when I tasted my drink, I understood why.
gin is awful.
a.w.f.u.l.
(apparently I like using lots of periods.
and olives just puts it over the top in terms of disgustingness.
I can’t imagine how much sodium I consumed.
But aside from the ‘Classic’, the drinks were yummy.
like fruit juice!
So I’ve written in the past about how my apartment isn’t as ‘insect-ridden’ as you would expect an old lower-level apartment unit to be.
last night I came across the most disgusting silverfish crossbreed monstrosity I have ever seen.
no exaggeration. When I first saw it I just stared at it for a full minute.
Like I couldn’t believe that it was in my place. alive. and disgusting.
anyways, long story short, after rolling up a magazine and staring at it for a full 5 minutes (at least!) I killed it. (*shudder) and now I shall never speak of it again.
I will speak about Jack though!!
Jack is my new friend.
first time I saw/heard him he freaked me out. but now we have a more relaxed relationship. (ie. I don’t get freaked out when I see/hear him mucking about.)
Jack is a raccoon. (I think.)
so, my bathroom window faces the ‘garbage collection area’ for my apartment building. So sometimes I randomly hear rodents having a field day.
The first time I met Jack, I was taking a shower and playing my music wayy too loud. When I turned the music off I heard this really loud ’skuffelling’ (don’t think that’s a word, but that’s how I’m going to describe the sound)
And then I saw the shadow of this beast of a rodent right outside my window.
as in, the only thing that separated me from this animal was a rickety piece of glass.
So I immediately started thinking of scenarios where the rodent would enter my apartment and go crazy. (Running at me… defecating all over the place… trying to get back outside, but not going out my front door…) you know, red eyes and fangs… like a bat-rat crossbreed.
Eventually I calmed myself down and realized that in order to open the window from the outside, the creature would AT LEAST need thumbs. And it was way too small to be a monkey, so I was pretty safe.
(oh shoot, now that I write this, I realize that it could be an opossum…. and those things are N.A.S.T.Y!)
Anyways, I think Jack is a raccoon, cause I saw him stretch out once and he’s way too long to be a rat. (oh shoot! he could be an Opossum!!)
and that’s the end of my story about that.