2004-12-15 - 9:18 a.m.
This morning I'm going to meet Emily's baby. Emily and Joe's baby, that is.
Today Matt is looking at a house in Shoreline (WA) that we could potentially rent...cats are "negotiable".
Tonight is the Jeremy's work's Christmas party. There's free food and an open bar, so I'm likely to be drunk for the second time in the span of a week. Though I think you only attain the drunk I achieved by not attempting to get drunk. When the goal is intoxication, I have the tendency to get nauseous quicker, preventing the excess that comes with not trying. Those were supposed to be social drinks on the 9th. Mudslides...sheesh.
People are trying to convince Jeremy and me that we should not drive out to Seattle, but fly...leave my car here for the winter, fly back in the spring to pick it up, then drive out. I'm not about to go carless for months just to set people's minds at ease. But to shut them up, I've decided not to go I-90 like I had planned, but instead head south and cross I-40 (with some deviation once I get to California. I don't think I'm physically or mentally prepared to be driving in Los Angeles. I don't know why I expect that it would suck harder than, say, New York City. And it feels like I'd have to look prettier. Perkier boobs, full terrifying lips, tighter clothes (in a seductive way, not in the "I'm-gaining weight-look-how-my-tummy-rolls-over-my jeans!" way).
