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Five-Foot-Five
Jun. 7th, 2003 11:12 amSo, yesterday was pretty cool. At work, I've been moved into a room with two other Interns, Dustin and David, both of whom have just graduated from UofM. At first I was a little intimidated by the fact, but more and more it seems we're on rather even footing -- they know things I don't, and I know things they don't. Infact, of the three of us, I'm the only one who's done ANY work (albeit little at that) with Servlets.
Anyways, at about Noon we went around the corner t'see if Rommel wanted t'go to lunch, and Josh was there. When he heard we were going to go to the Cafeteria, he poiinted out two things -- it was Friday, and our boss wasn't in today -- and suggested we go out. After a little talk, we all piled into Josh's Jetta and headed to Old Town. Dustin got shotgun, though I probably should have, since I'm the tallest of the 5 of us. But I ended up bumping my head in the back seat as we headed to Bertucci's.
On the way, Josh kept talking about all these cute girls he'd known, and every time she was "about 5-foot-five." It was another case of the "Not-Jennifer" syndrome. When we were sitting down at Bertucci's, eating pizza and bread (oh and what bread it was!!), he was telling us about this waitress he'd know: "She had long black hair, and green eyes, about 5-foot-five..." And I interrupted him, "You know, it seems to me that EVERYONE you know if 5-foot-five. I'm starting to doubt your ability to estimate heights." We all started laughing, and when the Waitress came around, she couldn't figure out what was so funny. Later on, after we'd gotten the check, Josh was looking for the waitress, "Where'd she go?" "Well, she can't be hard to find -- she's got to be about 5-foot-five..."
Fun times. Fun times. When all was told, we'd taken about a 2-hour lunch break.
Mom and dad went out to dinner with the Realtors last night, and we had Arby's for dinner. Barring large parties, I don't think I've ever seen anyone spend over $45 at Arby's before. O.o The kids sat down and watched "The Secret of NIMH" and I tried to get caught up online (the fact that this post is late is proof positive that I failed). At some point, Beth got locked in the Bathroom -- or rather, the knob had been broken without us knowing, and Beth was the first to find out. We tried everything we could to get her out, and Tim suggested that he climb out the window, over the roof, and the back, with Beth in tow. I told him no, and that we'd just wait for Dad to get home.
He didn't listen to me.
The knob has since been dismantled.
Today, we're supposed t'be cleaning house, then going to Tina's Confirmation/Birthday party up in Laurel. Whee. I'm tired.
Anyways, at about Noon we went around the corner t'see if Rommel wanted t'go to lunch, and Josh was there. When he heard we were going to go to the Cafeteria, he poiinted out two things -- it was Friday, and our boss wasn't in today -- and suggested we go out. After a little talk, we all piled into Josh's Jetta and headed to Old Town. Dustin got shotgun, though I probably should have, since I'm the tallest of the 5 of us. But I ended up bumping my head in the back seat as we headed to Bertucci's.
On the way, Josh kept talking about all these cute girls he'd known, and every time she was "about 5-foot-five." It was another case of the "Not-Jennifer" syndrome. When we were sitting down at Bertucci's, eating pizza and bread (oh and what bread it was!!), he was telling us about this waitress he'd know: "She had long black hair, and green eyes, about 5-foot-five..." And I interrupted him, "You know, it seems to me that EVERYONE you know if 5-foot-five. I'm starting to doubt your ability to estimate heights." We all started laughing, and when the Waitress came around, she couldn't figure out what was so funny. Later on, after we'd gotten the check, Josh was looking for the waitress, "Where'd she go?" "Well, she can't be hard to find -- she's got to be about 5-foot-five..."
Fun times. Fun times. When all was told, we'd taken about a 2-hour lunch break.
Mom and dad went out to dinner with the Realtors last night, and we had Arby's for dinner. Barring large parties, I don't think I've ever seen anyone spend over $45 at Arby's before. O.o The kids sat down and watched "The Secret of NIMH" and I tried to get caught up online (the fact that this post is late is proof positive that I failed). At some point, Beth got locked in the Bathroom -- or rather, the knob had been broken without us knowing, and Beth was the first to find out. We tried everything we could to get her out, and Tim suggested that he climb out the window, over the roof, and the back, with Beth in tow. I told him no, and that we'd just wait for Dad to get home.
He didn't listen to me.
The knob has since been dismantled.
Today, we're supposed t'be cleaning house, then going to Tina's Confirmation/Birthday party up in Laurel. Whee. I'm tired.
