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(Starring Buddha Claus Of The Tear-Off Messages and The Happy Robots)
The day began with good weather and occasional irritation: while en route to Kvartira![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stuckintraffik, I suffered the slings and arrows of ineptitude at the Edina McDonald's, which had succeeded in running out of both coffee and hash browns during the breakfast hours. After this delay, I arrived to find the truck still being loaded, and lent a hand. After the first load was on board I circled back to the apartment and collected phoenixalpha and headed to Chez stuckintraffik, where we assisted with the unloading. Then it was back to the apartment for another load, over to the storage locker with redmartel to drop off paper goods left over from the picnic and speaker stands left over from Detour while acquiring the furniture dolly, and back again to the house where the truck was emptied. S's inlaws (who I'd somehow managed to not meet at the wedding last year) bought lunch for the survivors at Fat Lorenzo's, where Craig (Not Oklahoma) drew Locutus-chan, and with that the moving party was over.
P, who had left early, wanted to check out an apartment and get some dinner, so we went over to Crossroads (which turned out to be closed) and then to Jun Bo. I wasn't hungry in the least and still wound up eating a number of buns and spring rolls while picking at the house special fried rice, for no one can resist the lure of the Pineapple Bun. Accompanying our meal was what appeared to be some kind of Chinese Romper Room/square dancing/ballet combination projected on the wall, with subtitles in the original ideographs. We tried to find out what it was from the waitrons, who gave unhelpful responses along the lines of:
"It is children's song."
"Is children's program, yes?"
"I don't know. Children."
We gave up, boxed up the fried rice, and left, pausing to ogle the fishtank...and listen to the mariachi music playing in the other half of the restaurant. I felt cheated somehow. Of course they were playing mariachi music in the other half of the restaurant while they subjected us to weird childrens' music videos in our half!
Tempted to go swimming but I think I may just take my drugs and crap out early. Tomorrow will no doubt be long, dull and boring, not to mention tedious, but at least I'll be well rested for it. @_@
(Starring Buddha Claus Of The Tear-Off Messages and The Happy Robots)
The day began with good weather and occasional irritation: while en route to Kvartira
stuckintraffik, I suffered the slings and arrows of ineptitude at the Edina McDonald's, which had succeeded in running out of both coffee and hash browns during the breakfast hours. After this delay, I arrived to find the truck still being loaded, and lent a hand. After the first load was on board I circled back to the apartment and collected phoenixalpha and headed to Chez stuckintraffik, where we assisted with the unloading. Then it was back to the apartment for another load, over to the storage locker with redmartel to drop off paper goods left over from the picnic and speaker stands left over from Detour while acquiring the furniture dolly, and back again to the house where the truck was emptied. S's inlaws (who I'd somehow managed to not meet at the wedding last year) bought lunch for the survivors at Fat Lorenzo's, where Craig (Not Oklahoma) drew Locutus-chan, and with that the moving party was over.P, who had left early, wanted to check out an apartment and get some dinner, so we went over to Crossroads (which turned out to be closed) and then to Jun Bo. I wasn't hungry in the least and still wound up eating a number of buns and spring rolls while picking at the house special fried rice, for no one can resist the lure of the Pineapple Bun. Accompanying our meal was what appeared to be some kind of Chinese Romper Room/square dancing/ballet combination projected on the wall, with subtitles in the original ideographs. We tried to find out what it was from the waitrons, who gave unhelpful responses along the lines of:
"It is children's song."
"Is children's program, yes?"
"I don't know. Children."
We gave up, boxed up the fried rice, and left, pausing to ogle the fishtank...and listen to the mariachi music playing in the other half of the restaurant. I felt cheated somehow. Of course they were playing mariachi music in the other half of the restaurant while they subjected us to weird childrens' music videos in our half!
Tempted to go swimming but I think I may just take my drugs and crap out early. Tomorrow will no doubt be long, dull and boring, not to mention tedious, but at least I'll be well rested for it. @_@
