feren: I AM THE MAN (livingston)
Saturday morning and early afternoon I did lawn chores. In fairly rapid order I managed to mow the lawns, feed the lawns, weed the lawns (Oh Round-Up, you are my friend) and seed the lawns. I also did a long-overdue cut back of all the rose bushes in preparation for winter. It's funny, really: I don't know the first thing about caring for rose bushes but I must be doing something right. How do I know? Because two of the three have been growing like something from an anime series, with limbs over 8 feet long. They were all over the front lawn and climbing up the windows to the eaves. Crazy! Next year maybe I'll be able to get a trellis installed for them to climb instead of using the windows as leverage.

I finished up my yard work and took a shower before settling in for a well-deserved Cold Beverage. At around 1530 [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon and I left for Dave & Busters, where we met up with [livejournal.com profile] captain18, [livejournal.com profile] spoothbrush, [livejournal.com profile] neuracnu, [livejournal.com profile] jdm314, [livejournal.com profile] rakko78 and other folk. We drank, we ate food, we played games, we ate dessert and I took about seven hundred and thirty-five pictures. Then Curmudgeon and I drove home, but not before making a stop by the Bolingbrook Freedom Fountain where I took four hundred more pictures.

I hear that some of you are asking for thumbnails from the galleries I linked to above. Well, your wish is my command...



A smattering of pictures from D&B's for your pleasure. )


and I'd be remiss if I didn't include a few photos from the fountain....



Fountain follies follow... )



In total I shot more than 1200 frames yesterday. I'd like to thank [livejournal.com profile] gatcat and [livejournal.com profile] rainingmeat for their kind words about my first round of posted photographs. The two of you set a very high bar that I'm striving to meet while I (re-)learn from you both. I'd also like to thank all my friends yesterday for having the patience not to smack me for taking shots of any and everything around them.

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feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-hyperdrunk)
Duda Farm Fresh Foods has engineered celery stalks into edible straws for your Bloody Mary. I am something of a heretic -- such a surprise, right? -- because when I'm mixing at home I generally forgo the customary celery stalk garnish in my Bloody Mary. Hey, I may be dating but I'm still living a bachelor life, what use is celery to me outside of that?

But if I had celery that was already in a straw shape? Hell, I'd probably keep a few around for all occasions.
feren: I AM THE MAN (Gin manifesto)
A few months ago I was spending an incredible number of hours each day at $EMPLOYER working to ensure that we got migrated from $OLD_MANAGED_SECURITY_PROVIDER to $NEW_MANAGED_SECURITY_PROVIDER without incident. There were, of course, incidents -- but ultimately we got the work done and I've been pretty satisfied with their service since the transition.

Today the account rep and the regional sales manager for $NEW_MANAGED_SECURITY_PROVIDER stopped off at my office to give me a bottle of Tanqueray No. TEN gin as a Christmas present and "thank you" for letting them take on our account's business. This is pretty standard fare in the world of higher-end (read: expensive as fuck) vendor-customer relationships, where the sales budget gives back approximately 1/10,000th of a percent of the earnings from that customer by giving a moderately flashy or expensive gift to each of the various managers, directors and staffers who are involved in the daily handling of the account. But it sort of made me pause because earlier this week my coworker Marlok (who doesn't have a LiveJournal and really should fix that at some point) surprised me with a Christmas gift that consisted of a bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin and a limited-edition holiday martini glass. I've been collecting these little Bombay creations as the years go past and I hadn't picked up the gift pack for this year, so I was suitably impressed with the choice and the gift as a whole. But with Bombay and Tanqueray as holiday gifts from friends and vendors I cannot help but sense a theme beginning to develop here.

Let it be known that I, for one, welcome my liver-destroying alcoholism-enabling holiday gifts!

Oh every hour
feren: I AM THE MAN (bombay-lush)
Vanilla vodka, you have failed me for the last time!

Between a few hours of drinking last night and about three hours of drinking tonight I have finished off a 750ml of Smirnoff Vanilla Twist. I knew I should have gotten the 1.75L bottle. This wasn't even hardcore drinking, this was just making girly drinks of the vodka + some diet Sunkist in a BD's BBQ mug. More egregious yet:I am not drunk from this exercise! The only effect I am feeling at this point is exhaustion from the day I had at the office and the overly large meal of Chinese buffet that was consumed during our lunch hour.

I guess I really am a gin drunk.

And I feel that way again
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-hyperdrunk)
[livejournal.com profile] roho, [livejournal.com profile] genet and I experimented with our dietary needs this past weekend. This came about quite simply, really. After overeating at the Golden Trough Corral during lunch on Saturday, we decided to "eat light" on Saturday night while continuing our trend of unwinding and boozing up. As the evening set in we put a temporary halt to our busy schedule of lazing around, watching movies and playing video games (Mario Kart DS and Lumines were the smash hits this weekend) so we could make a run to Meijer and pick up the necessary supplies. Saturday night saw us watching DVDs and episodes of American Chopper on my TiVo while eating and drinking only orange.

You read that right: orange. Not as in the fruit but as in the color. Cheetos Puffs, Cheez-Its and pizza rolls were our representatives from the "solid food" category. For "fluids" we had Diet Sunkist mixed liberally with vanilla vodka, thus making a delightfully booze-heavy version of an Orange Dreamsicle.

I would call the experiment an unqualified success. We got smashed, we relaxed and had a good time.

It's crazy what she could have had
feren: I AM THE MAN (jen)
Things sometimes happen that are random and completely unexpected as we move through our lives. The people I know and call "friends" are all intelligent, and like myself, they try to be aware of everything that's going on around them. Despite our best efforts, we are sometimes caught by surprise by the world around us. Events unfold that are out of our control. Sometimes the things that surprise us are unpleasant and not at all what we want. Sometimes they are incredibly pleasant and, while unexpected, are exactly what we may need (or want, at least on a subconscious level). When we encounter those moments we feel our spirits lifted by them -- with good cause. They're notable events.

These little things are far and few between. When they happen, they should be delighted in. They should be treasured.

I had one of those moments today.

This revelation brought to you by at least eight shots of Maker's Mark.
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-gruntle)
Judging by the number of incredulous responses I got online, I guess there's something I need to say here.... and that is: Yes, people, I started drinking beer at ten o'clock.

In in the morning.

On a Sunday. It set me on the way to a buzz that lasted more than 14 hours. Furthermore, I've been doing this for the last 8 weeks or so.

Most of you have known me for a number of years. So I ask, strictly out of curiousity and for my own edification: why does this come as a surprise to anyone?

Genet was having White Russians and nobody's giving her these weird looks.....c_c
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-lurve)
Another icon from [livejournal.com profile] ashryn:
.: :.

Feren, gruntled.


The hits just keep on coming!

In other news, I had an absolutely lovely couple of days this weekend. After class on Saturday I caught lunch up at BD's with [livejournal.com profile] points, a friend of Points, [livejournal.com profile] roho and [livejournal.com profile] genet. After lunch we stopped up in Antioch to see the house again, had a drink at the pub across the state line (that place and I are likely to get well-acquainted) and then drove home. I parted ways with them around 5:40 or so and went back to Z'ha'dum while Roho and Genet went to have a huge dinner with Points and his friend. I wanted to clean up and do some chores around the house since the plan originally called for the two of them to swing down to my place after dinner. Unfortunately -- or perhaps fortunately? -- those plans fell through when the dinner ran long. Dessert was served sometime around 10:15 PM, to my understanding, so it was little surprise that they were tired and more interested in sleep than anything else when they called me at 11:15 that night. I told them not to worry, to go home to Wheeling instead of coming down to my neck of the woods, and that I'd see them in the morning instead.

Sunday morning Roho and Genet showed up on my doorstep and we went down to the bowling alley to roll a couple of games. The goal of our morning was not entirely one of pure, wholesom fun, however... we had an ulterior motive. My local bowling alley comes with a secret bonus that only the really good bowlers know about: the alley's bar opens at 10 in the morning on Sunday, hours ahead of everyone else -- something we planned to take full advantage of. And take advantage of it we did! Much beer was consumed and good times were had by the three of us, since we were on a lane not far from where Heather and her league were bowling. We got done around 1PM or so, but spent the next 45 minutes chatting with Heather and her husband Garry. We also spent twenty minutes in the parking lot going "ooooh" and "aaaaah" over Garry's Honda Civic Hybrid, which is an absolutely tasty vehicle. It's making me reconsider my plans for the next vehicle in my garage to be a Saab Linear Sedan.

We were all starved and had a nice buzz going, so we decided lunch should be had at Applebees. From Applebee's we hit Meijer for ice cream and grilling supplies, then swung past Borders for tasty coffee treats from the cafe. Once we were safely back at Z'ha'dum we got down to the serious business of watching DVDs, drinking gin with tonic and playing Halo. I'm not sure exactly when Roho developed the trait of being able to whip my ass in Halo's combat system, but I have to say he was throwing down one damn fine game. Hell, I'd even go so far as to say he was bringing those blue sparks.

[livejournal.com profile] crackjackal, I need you to swing down here and school him in Rockets before his ego gets out of control.

We talked, drank and gamed until sometime around 1 in the morning, at which point all the energy seemed to drain out of us and we fell into bed. We slept late on Monday morning and they had to get out to Bristol to meet up with a friend, but there was still enough time for a brunch at the Cheddar's restaurant not far from me. Roho and I have both been there before, but Genet hadn't. I think we've made a believer out of her.

That's the shrot summary, poorly-written though it may be. More thoughts on that later this week.

All the voices can be heard
feren: I AM THE MAN (toga)
I turned the page on my "Best of George Carlin" calendar and realized it was St. Patrick's Day. George's thought for the day seems particularly apropos, and I bet [livejournal.com profile] crackjackal (the irish, monochromatic bitchnut of fame) gets a laugh out of it too:

I notice at Jewish weddings they break a glass. Have you ever been to an Irish wedding? Glasses, bottles, mirrors, tables, chairs, arms, legs, the band's instruments and the groom's neck. We don't mess around. Mazel tov!
feren: I AM THE MAN (drunky)
I am quite inebriated in celerbaration of the home purchase, and [livejournal.com profile] genet is driving me home along with [livejournal.com profile] roho.

How better to celebrare 30 years of debt than drunk and curled up in bed with a barfy cat?

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