Return of the Mac


In which Mike comes to grips with shiny things, and ponders.

I am returned, my mac is upgraded to Panther, I've left work early and am now completely at a loss. What do you people do with your lives?

Tomorrow night, I am going to Tumkin and Poopypants's Goodbye Drinks in town (Heaven help them, they chose those for each other...), followed by Wee Em's Scary Hallowe'en party. Since this means going straight from work to town, and straight from town to Darkest Hampshire, I am trying to come up with a mode of attire which will fulfil work, smart casual bar, and "Hallowe'en" specifications.

I fear this may involve concealed ruches, velvet, and some darn careful work with eyeliner on the train. The only problem being that I've lost my Rimmel Inkwell and I'm bothered if I'm learning to use something else now... so I shall have to get some in town before T&P's, only this means I will have to be late and apologise a) that I'm late because I had to buy eyeliner and b) I shall have to leave in ten minutes to get to the home counties dressed as a pumpkin before 8.30pm.

Cinderella never had it like this, you know.

Who am I to complain that I have a frothy social life filled with bubbly social interaction with charming, sensitive and intelligent people (present company excepted if it wishes to excuse itself from my value system)? I'm sure there are starving millions who'd love a pink gin or five... though I am in danger of gaining a sense of perspective occasionally.

Today's link of newness? Anyone looking for Bum Pražské gardy will find it here. Blessed be, O Wendy.

Posted: Thu - October 30, 2003 at 07:37 PM      

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