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and I WASN'T HOME.
So now I have to live with the fact that they have made a decision, but I don't know what it is... and won't until Monday morning. If the HR recruiter makes it back from wherever he flew off to this weekend on time.
I was an anxious quivering wreck for most of yesterday after I heard that they had called, and made it worse by drinking lots of espresso at work.
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wendolen after we both got off work, because we had both just gotten paid and it's Mitchellini's Garlic Festival. So we had lots of garlic and sausage and bread products, and it was good. I also ran into Tina and Schetzel, which involved a lot of my poking my head over the partition and going "is that Tina and Schetzel? No, couldn't be, why would they be here?" and eventually getting up to see if it was, in fact, Tina and Schetzel, which indeed it was. So I talked to them for a bit; haven't seen them since NorWesCon.
Then I went home and discovered that I was a lot more tired than I thought I was, as the espresso was leaving my system.
Tonight, I'm going to the opening of a dance studio owned and operated by my parents' friend Suzanna. Suzanna's boyfriend Vidal is the owner and chef at a rather nice restaurant (called, unsuprisingly, Vidal's) here in Kirkland, which is how we originally met them both. Vidal's sister Raquel Bitton will be performing at the opening, which will be very cool: Mme. Bitton has performed at Carnegie Hall and a number of other places, doing the cabaret songs of the decadent, debauched and deceased Parisian singer Edith Piaf. (I saw Mme. Bitton at Benaroya Hall last year, and my parents have flown out and seen her at Carnegie).
I'm taking this as an excuse to get out, get dressed up (not that I need much excuse for that) and pretend I'm a Toreador for the evening. It's a good thing no one will be around to accidentally call me 'Ezra' when I slip into character...
It'll also take my mind off the F5 thing, and give me a chance to see what high society and culture is like on the East Side...
... *raucous laughter* ...
...yeah. ;)
After the opening, I haven't decided what to do, but likely it will involve either the Mercury or harrassing Eric and Gwen. We shall see.
So now I have to live with the fact that they have made a decision, but I don't know what it is... and won't until Monday morning. If the HR recruiter makes it back from wherever he flew off to this weekend on time.
I was an anxious quivering wreck for most of yesterday after I heard that they had called, and made it worse by drinking lots of espresso at work.
I went out to Stella's (the great 24-hour trattoria in the U District) with
wendolen after we both got off work, because we had both just gotten paid and it's Mitchellini's Garlic Festival. So we had lots of garlic and sausage and bread products, and it was good. I also ran into Tina and Schetzel, which involved a lot of my poking my head over the partition and going "is that Tina and Schetzel? No, couldn't be, why would they be here?" and eventually getting up to see if it was, in fact, Tina and Schetzel, which indeed it was. So I talked to them for a bit; haven't seen them since NorWesCon.Then I went home and discovered that I was a lot more tired than I thought I was, as the espresso was leaving my system.
Tonight, I'm going to the opening of a dance studio owned and operated by my parents' friend Suzanna. Suzanna's boyfriend Vidal is the owner and chef at a rather nice restaurant (called, unsuprisingly, Vidal's) here in Kirkland, which is how we originally met them both. Vidal's sister Raquel Bitton will be performing at the opening, which will be very cool: Mme. Bitton has performed at Carnegie Hall and a number of other places, doing the cabaret songs of the decadent, debauched and deceased Parisian singer Edith Piaf. (I saw Mme. Bitton at Benaroya Hall last year, and my parents have flown out and seen her at Carnegie).
I'm taking this as an excuse to get out, get dressed up (not that I need much excuse for that) and pretend I'm a Toreador for the evening. It's a good thing no one will be around to accidentally call me 'Ezra' when I slip into character...
It'll also take my mind off the F5 thing, and give me a chance to see what high society and culture is like on the East Side...
... *raucous laughter* ...
...yeah. ;)
After the opening, I haven't decided what to do, but likely it will involve either the Mercury or harrassing Eric and Gwen. We shall see.