Musings.

It's Monday morning, I just got to work, it's sleeting out, and I need to take a mental break and finish my coffee before I do the work that I don't really have to do since I think I'm pretty much on top of everything.

#1: On Thursday (I might be dating myself, here), there was a man next to me on the T platform, at 1045 am, with a nip of Bacardi rum in his hand. Mind you, his hands were gargantuan, so it was basically hidden, but I totally noticed it when he started sipping from his hand. He wasn't scheevy (sp?) or sketchy or anything, just a man, with a nip, at 1045 am, waiting for the T.


#2: I feel like a jerk because I didn't call this guy back about freelance. It was for a logo design for a realty company, and I honestly just like, didn't call him. I NEVER do that, and feel like such a scumbag. This is totally going to come around in some karma-esque way, too.

#3: We had Thanksgiving dinner at Dethro's last night, and it was really nice. We're talking, hardcore Thanksgiving dinner -- stuffing, 15 lb. turkey, wine, green bean casserole (which was totally a first for me!), and Konstantine even brought cheesecake. It's nice to pseudo have a group of friends, it's comforting. Especially when they're like, nice people. I hate using the word "nice", but it's applicable, so I think it's acceptable?

#4: I was woken up Sunday morning to the buzzing of my buzzer, which yielded a cop at my door. He had, in his hand, my paycheck, that I had dropped out of my pocket (stupidly) on Friday, en route to the bank. Turns out, he had arrested some "dirt bag" (as he so eloquently put it) for fraud check cashing/manufacturing, and my check was in his pocket. The cop didn't believe the dude when he said that he just found it on the street, and when I affirmed that was true, he was genuinely surprised. Talk about crying wolf...

#5: After the T that I was on decided that it was going to run express to BU Central and announced that there was another train right behind it, as I was waiting, I hear someone yelling across the street. I turn around, after listening to it and ignoring it for about 4 seconds, and the girl was trying to get the attention of the girl next to me. I tap her, point her in the right direction, and the girl at Dunks is yelling, "YOU FORGOT YOUR COFFEE!" And the Dunks employee was flailing her arms, as if that was going to get this poor girls attention.

They both totally saw the absolute necessity and important of Monday morning coffee, and I found it really amusing.

The best part was, after I alerted the poor coffee-less girl, she just goes, "Ohhh, life." Just like we used to do all the time at school when like, life was just crazy.

#6: This Monday morning isn't so bad.

#7: When I got home from Thanksgiving dinner last night, I rummaged around and tried on what I'm wearing to respective Christmas parties this weekend. Am honestly excited that I can wear the same outfit to both since their 2 different groups of people. Am missing Sarah's on Saturday because I have to work and then can go to Ro's for a substantial amount of time. And am hanging out with Sarah and Co. on Friday night at Alston's.