Thursday a desperation post. Friday emptiness. Discipline, dammit.
Friday spent most of the day on trains and in train stations going to the in-laws'. Love the train for the chance to sit and read for several hours with no other option.
Arrived at the in-laws, were offered martinis Nabiscoe style (a family joke that loses in the telling). Raucous onversation ensued. The wine was opened and poured while we prepared dinner and more while we feasted, followed by coffee and tea and after-dinner drinks. And then my wife's aunt arrived and we started all over again. Needless to say, commentary goes by the wayside in some circumstances.
For some reason I find travelling inside the US much more tiring than travelling to other countries.
Martini NabiscoePosted by MartialFill a highball glass to the rim with roughly crushed ice.
Pour in gin until your guest says to stop.
Wave the vermouth bottle over the glasses and shake some of the perspiration off of it.
Garnish with the thre largest olives you can find in the jar.
Drink.
Repeat.
Oh, don't be so hard on yourself. At least you're blogging with real blogging software. I'm using raw html. No anchors or nothing. My web host doesn't support PHP, but provides translators, which seem buggy to me. I either have to use those or switch web hosts, and that is more time consuming than I can stand right now. :)
I know, world's smallest fiddle and all that.
Anyway, keep up the good work. It's an articulate and engaging journal. Much fun.
Posted by: Kevin Moore on November 11, 2002 05:13 PMPHP? What am I saying?! I meant Perl. My bad.
Posted by: Kevin Moore on November 11, 2002 05:15 PM