I attended my first LSU game (vs. Appalachian State) the weekend before Gustav. Everyone tells me I haven't seen anything until I've felt the electricity of an SEC game, but I certainly enjoyed myself!
Thank goodness for Shannon and Dixon, who shared the option of buying extra tickets with me, and for Susan, Mike and Gawain, who showed me the tailgating ropes.
Favorite (though random) quotes from Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding, which I have just re-read:
I realize it has become too easy to find a diet to fit in with whatever you happen to feel like eating and that diets are not there to be picked and mixed but picked and stuck to, which is exactly what I shall begin to do once I've eaten this chocolate croissant.
Daniel: Would you like a cigarette?
Bridget: No thank you, I have found inner poise and given up smoking.
An evening with her is like swimming in sea with jellyfish: all will be going along perfectly pleasantly then suddenly you get a painful lashing, destroying confidence at stroke. Trouble is, her stings are aimed so subtly at one's Achilles' hells, like Gulf War missiles going "Fzzzzzz whoossssh" through Baghdad hotel corridors, that never see them coming.
When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love. How can you not be left with the personal confidence of a passed-over British Rail sandwich?
Mum: To be honest, darling, having children isn't all it's built up to be. I mean, no offense, I don't mean this personally but given my chance again I'm not sure I'd have...
Bridget (thinks): Oh no. Even my own mother wishes I'd never been born.
Tom: How many calories are you supposed to eat if you're on a diet?
Bridget: About a thousand. Well, I usually aim for a thousand and come in at about fifteen hundred.
Tom: A thousand? But I thought you needed two thousand just to survive.
Bridget (thinks): I looked at him nonplussed. I realized that I have spent so many years being on a diet that the idea that you might actually need calories to survive has been completely wiped out of my consciousness. Have reached point where believe nutritional ideal is to eat nothing at all and that the only reason people eat is because they are so greedy they cannot stop themselves from running out and ruining their diets.
Why hasn't she invited me to her party? Why? Why? How many more parties are going on that everyone has been invited to except me? I bet everyone is at one now, laughing and sipping expensive champagne. No one likes me. Christmas is going to be a total party-desert, apart from a three-party pile-up on December 20th, when I am booked in a work meeting all evening.
Ugh. Would that Christmas could just be, without presents. It is just so stupid, everyone exhausting themselves, miserably hemorrhaging money on pointless items nobody wants: no longer tokens of love but angst-ridden solutions to problems. (Hmmmm. Though must admit, pretty bloody pleased to have new handbag.) What is the point of entire nation rushing round for six weeks in a bad mood preparing for utterly pointless Taste-of-Others exam which entire nation then fails and gets stuck with hideous unwanted merchandise as fallout? If gifts and cards were completely eradicated, then Christmas as pagan-style twinkly festival to distract from lengthy winter gloom would be lovely. But if government, religious bodies, parents, tradition, etc., insist on Christmas Gift Tax to ruin everything why not make it that everyone must go out and spend 500 quid on themselves then distribute the items among their relatives and friends to wrap up and give to them instead of this psychic-failure torment?
Mum: Oh don't be silly, darling. You can't sit in the flat on your own all weekend when it's Christmas. What are you going to eat?
Bridget (thinks): Grrr. I hate this. It's as if, just because you're single, you don't have a home or any friends or responsibilities and the only possible reason you might have for not being at everyone else's beck and call for the entire Christmas period and happy to sleep bent at odd angles in sleeping bags on teenagers' bedroom floors, peel sprouts all day for fifty, and "talk nicely" to perverts with the word "Uncle" before their name while they stare freely at your breasts is complete selfishness.
Ugh. Must put sheets on bed. Disgusting to sleep on uncomfortable button-studded mattress. Where are sheets, though? Wish had some food.
Emergency: Jude on phone in tears. Is coming round Vile Richard has gone back to Vile Jilly. Jude blames herself. Thank God stayed home. Am clearly Emissary of Baby Jesus here to help those persecuted at Christmas by Herod-Wannabees, e.g. Vile Richard. Jude will be here at 7:30.
So glad I re-read this book! Cracked me up for a full week.
Currently watching: Grey’s Anatomy - The Complete Second Season Release date: 2006-09-12
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Posted by Çhrï§†ïñå on August 24, 2008 - Sunday - 11:32 PM
Now you have me wanting to read it again! I've missed you. I haven't been on much lately. I hope life is treating you well!
Posted by Susan on September 11, 2008 - Thursday - 5:51 PM
There's nothing to remind you of how much you like where you live than to have someone visit you there.
I have sincerely enjoyed nearly every second of the past almost year (!) I've lived in the BR -- with the exception of a few pity parties ;-) -- but it hits home more than ever when peeps come to visit me.
This weekend, my sweet friend Rachel came to stay with me and explore the Red Stick, and we had a blast. It was fun to show her the sites and sounds of Baton Rouge, and even more fun to send her off while hearing her praises of my new city.
This may sound obvious, but it definitely makes a place feel more like home to be familiar with it enough to show people around it.
That said, I love our town. And am so glad I'm here right now!
Bethanie Wow. Has it almost been a year already??? Time flies...Miss you, girlie! Posted by Bethanie on August 18, 2008 - Monday - 6:08 PM
Skye Yay! I love that you love my hometown! It is a wonderful place. The sights, sounds, the FOOD, the people, the accents :) Gotta love Baton Rouge, baby! It'll always be home to me. Posted by Skye on August 18, 2008 - Monday - 6:44 PM
This evening, I was reminded that I live in one of the South's coolest cities. (Not temperature-wise, but coolness-wise.)
After the gym, I ran by the Mall of Louisiana's new Apple Store for some technical support. When I walked in, I was immediately surrounded by....cool. (And not just from the A/C.) I wondered if I fit in, but then realized it didn't matter, since I was there for technical support. This wasn't some club I had to have membership to; I needed help.
Walking past the Kid Mac Zone -- which was, of course, complete with ball-shaped bean bags and mini Macs -- to the front, where people were sitting at barstools being helped by employees, I waited in line for a few minutes until I realized there was probably some protocol I was totally clueless about. Turning around to the (much cooler than me) girl cradling her Mac notebook behind me, I said, "Are you in line?" She, of course, responded with, "No. I'm just waiting for my appointment with the concierge."
Appointment? Concierge? Did Carl submit my resume' before purchasing my iPod so that I could actually qualify for this gift?!
Stepping back, I asked the guy near Cool Girl who was typing on a computer, "Is that where we make reservations with the concierge?" He said, "I think so, but it doesn't work." So I asked the girl, "Do we just stand here to make our appointments?" She, of course, responded very nonchalantly, "Well, maybe. But I made mine online."
Realizing this was not going to be the quick technical support trip I had envisioned, I attempted a graceful exit with some lame joke about needing to go home and make my appointment. With a concierge. For another day.
Which I just did...for Friday evening. I'll keep you posted on how uncool they diagnose me to be. I fear it could be serious.
Ah well. At least I still live in a cool city.
hibbs is what they call me hahaha! We have one in Birmingham, and I felt the same way when I went in to buy my MacBook. As soon as I walked in the Apple store, all the "coolness" I thought I possessed beforehand left when I enter those doors. I seriously felt it leave my body and I was so depressed! I remember telling Julie these exact words when I got home ... "I am not cool enough to shop there." But luckily I found a really "cool" employee that helped me out! Posted by hibbs is what they call me on August 13, 2008 - Wednesday - 9:29 AM
RE RE ha ha ha!!! i feel the same way when i call them for support on the phone. obviously, i don't live in a "cool" enough city to have a store. thank God! i have since resorted to recruiting help from my 15 yr old nephew and my 9 yr old niece. And, they think I am "like, totally cool". so, it works out for us all! LOL Posted by RE RE on August 14, 2008 - Thursday - 9:17 AM
I saw "Mamma Mia!" this weekend with a BR friend. It was a great show with plenty of musical variety, plus a cast that was surprising in its depth and breadth.
There were some points where the burst-into-song moments caught me off-guard, causing me to nearly burst in to laughter, but all in all, I think it's safe to call it this decade's "Grease."
ToBe "Grease" was one thing for back in the day!!! But, this thing sound like it might give someone a greasey feeling between their legs stemming from the back-side!!! Thanks, but no thanks....... =0) Posted by ToBe on August 11, 2008 - Monday - 9:19 PM
So I've always wanted to see a live comedy show, but other than Jay Leno's stand-up act a few years ago, I've never done that.
Tonight, though, a friend had free tickets to a show in Baton Rouge at The Funny Bone and it was hilarious! There were several comedians, with headliner Howard Hall and his precursor, Corey Mac -- both Baton Rouge natives. I laughed so hard, and hope I can remember enough funnies from both of their acts to repeat so others will believe what a great time I had come tomorrow.