vendredi, novembre 11, 2005
Charlie said he wanted to get married,
but we were only ten so we had to wait Last night's barbeque was really good. Dalt made his usual scrumptious burgers, we had pasta salad and vegetables, and Devin made his famous dip to eat with chips. His layered sour-cream-salsa-red-pepper-olives-cheese dip was always popular when he made it for poker games at Scott's place last year. Except the time we drove all the way to North Hatley with the stuff leaking and dripping all over the front seat of Tom's car. Not so popular that day. Everybody seemed to like it last night, though.
We played a bit of poker after dinner last night, too. froo was the big winner of the night, taking home a pot of... well, nothing. Fake bets with fake money results in a fake winning pot. I really gotta hit the real casino one of these days...
After poker Gina brewed up some coffee (not "Full City" this time, though) and we sat around the table chatting a bit until Devin needed to leave to pick up Cheryl at the bus station. I dropped the two of them at his place, then went back to to the compound to visit a bit more. I missed most of the good TV shows last night but Gina was watching the end of Survivor, so I got to see tribal council with her.
I don't drive a heck of a lot these days, but even the short drives to the compound and bus station and back reminded me that Fred's muffler issues are getting worse all the time. I have this ambitious plan to put as much of my disposable income towards student loan debt re-payment, but it appears that I'm going to have to invest in some more car repairs, which I kinda dread tackling. I never know if I'm getting ripped off, you know...? For instance, when the dude at the shop told me I needed a new catalytic converter (when I got my brakes done), he said it was an expensive piece and estimated it would be roughly $600. Eep! But I did a little bit of internet research and found prices like this. And then I'm confused about how to proceed. Do I buy the part myself and just take it to be installed? Or do I challenge the price I'm quoted...? I really don't have the energy to drive around getting different estimates. I blame my lack of assertiveness in these situations on being female, but maybe that's a weak excuse, but seriously, how the heck do I know...? So I told my brother that I might take him with me the next time I go in for car stuff. Soon.
So begins my four-day weekend. I'm going to be, like, SO productive this weekend. | ¶ 12:57 p.m.
but we were only ten so we had to wait Last night's barbeque was really good. Dalt made his usual scrumptious burgers, we had pasta salad and vegetables, and Devin made his famous dip to eat with chips. His layered sour-cream-salsa-red-pepper-olives-cheese dip was always popular when he made it for poker games at Scott's place last year. Except the time we drove all the way to North Hatley with the stuff leaking and dripping all over the front seat of Tom's car. Not so popular that day. Everybody seemed to like it last night, though.
We played a bit of poker after dinner last night, too. froo was the big winner of the night, taking home a pot of... well, nothing. Fake bets with fake money results in a fake winning pot. I really gotta hit the real casino one of these days...
After poker Gina brewed up some coffee (not "Full City" this time, though) and we sat around the table chatting a bit until Devin needed to leave to pick up Cheryl at the bus station. I dropped the two of them at his place, then went back to to the compound to visit a bit more. I missed most of the good TV shows last night but Gina was watching the end of Survivor, so I got to see tribal council with her.
I don't drive a heck of a lot these days, but even the short drives to the compound and bus station and back reminded me that Fred's muffler issues are getting worse all the time. I have this ambitious plan to put as much of my disposable income towards student loan debt re-payment, but it appears that I'm going to have to invest in some more car repairs, which I kinda dread tackling. I never know if I'm getting ripped off, you know...? For instance, when the dude at the shop told me I needed a new catalytic converter (when I got my brakes done), he said it was an expensive piece and estimated it would be roughly $600. Eep! But I did a little bit of internet research and found prices like this. And then I'm confused about how to proceed. Do I buy the part myself and just take it to be installed? Or do I challenge the price I'm quoted...? I really don't have the energy to drive around getting different estimates. I blame my lack of assertiveness in these situations on being female, but maybe that's a weak excuse, but seriously, how the heck do I know...? So I told my brother that I might take him with me the next time I go in for car stuff. Soon.
So begins my four-day weekend. I'm going to be, like, SO productive this weekend. | ¶ 12:57 p.m.
