WASHINGTON, D.C. — I arrived in D.C. from New York this morning at around 5:45 a.m. I slept a bit on the train, but it’s all a blur, as I would keep falling asleep and waking to the arrival announcements of cities that seemed to jumble in my head: Trenton, Philadelphia, Wilmington, and so on. When I got back to my apartment, I slept some more, and then after a few hours finally made it to work.
For now, I’m going to eat, and watch some TV I had taped last night, so my weekend report will have to wait until tomorrow.
11 replies on “Back again”
hehe yay trains!! glad you didn’t sleep into virginia… :9
Lauren! I miss you! I thought of you while we were in NY. Same state!
Dude, you’ve been back for a frikkin while now; how ’bout an update? What happened with the doorman? Why come you didn’t tell Susan and Keisha I open doors, too.
I’m with Boss Hog on that need for an update. Time is munny!
You open doors but don’t answer the phone! Next time we’re in NYC feeling drunk and talkative, you better be there…
That’s WHAT I’m saying, Weaner Pig dear. I come ALL the way to the east coast to get drunk and call and you don’t even answer the phone! jeesh!
And hey Jeff, let’s get an update workin’ huh?!
I apologize for my absence when you guys called. Nevermind that it was a Saturday night and there’s no heat in my house and I’ve got a heated option up the road and the fascists were swarming and the slime-faced Boogie Man in my closet was restless. No, nevermind. I should have been there to answer your well-intentioned phone call. Also, nevermind that I could also have been in NYC that evening if I’d have been frikkin informed there were going to be VIPs in town. Dammit.
Next time, try my cell phone: (202) I-DA-HOGG.
L. M. A. O.
All right, pig dear, I accept your apology. Don’t worry, we love the East Coast; the VIPs will be back soon enough. Then you can open all the doors you want. Ha ha.
Lovely. For now I will continue to practice my fascist-defenestration techniques and door-opening skills (which pay da bills, yo) and await your VIP arrival patiently. Or, I’ll thumb my round, wet, flat, nostrils-facing-forward nose at you for addressing The Pig sans capitalization, and drop you to UIP (that’s UnImportant Punk) status.
Oooh, look … a quarter!! Wait while I flip.
Jeff! I saw your site on the recently posted list on blogger.com…. oh, this is Caffeine Dreams from the MB btw… Insanely small internet universe… like shopping carts meeting in a porn shop… think about it…
Paulie! Long time, no see! Ha ha ha. Don’t mind me peeking into your shopping cart. 😉 Hope to see you ’round this aisle again soon…