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31 December 2008 @ 06:32 pm
Today was a nasty day to come back to work. Its New Years in Gravesend, its not very nice. It started snowing as soon as I got back and as I went to bed at nine am it turned to ice. Pleasant. And when I woke up at twelve I spent almost two hours outside because we had to breakdown after making up in push-gear. The mate didn't realize that the barge was so high up in the water. That particular barge, the DBL 31, is more difficult to handle in wind, he says, because its short and high and so has less...I forget the word. Train? And then we came out here and I spent another hour and a half outside except it was worse because its not so protected outhere and the spray was coming over the bow of the barge and then ten feet in the air when it was compressed between the barge and ship where I was standing as we landed. Like jumping through a waterfall. The wind is really not very nice to us today. And hot dogs for dinner. Hot dogs are gross and should be abolished. Chocolate Cannolis from Renato's, however... I was so happy to finally get out of my wet clothes and into my sleeping bag to go to bed, now, at six thirty.
thejunkpit on January 1st, 2009 09:18 am (UTC)
why do hot dogs exist? they are stupid tubes that have something bad inside.

your boat sounds real bad. sorry.
duccioduccio on January 4th, 2009 10:07 pm (UTC)
Now I see you are back, I've added you to my FL. Your descriptions of work and it's rough conditions would make a great descriptive short story. I don't know how you would work in the chocolate cannoli though - maybe pass them out at the reading of the short story!
bootsinrain on January 5th, 2009 11:41 pm (UTC)
Haha. OK, I will pass out cannoli one day. Thank you for the description of how you made that picture.
With a long E, as in Evilevelynnash on January 5th, 2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
Oh, god, I miss you so much my insides hurt.
bootsinrain on January 5th, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
Oh wow you are bad.

Restaurant week reservations begin today. Yes, I know you go to these places regularly already because you are glam, but. Imagine if Kamran could not afford them and you would have to go to restaurant week. This is what it would be like.
With a long E, as in Evilevelynnash on January 6th, 2009 09:12 pm (UTC)
It's true, though. I thought that putting you off over and over again would only make you love me more, but I'm afraid it's backfired.

Funny you mention Restaurant Week. I told Kamran last night that I want to go back to Quality Meats, and he said, "It ain't Restaurant Week." And then he added, "Not that I can't afford it any time." But I made a Restaurant Week reservation there all the same, thanks to you.
James: i happen to like wolvespseudo1 on January 8th, 2009 10:39 pm (UTC)
man it's been over a week and where's the news?
but seriously, I keep reading this and "Chocolate Cannolis from Renato's, however..." may just be the most suggestively high-browed whimsy I've ever encountered. Its sly highfalutinness soars to new heights = of me imagining you in some stained-glass Paris salon, waving away frankfurters and the baffled waiters who carry them in disgust. Then the matre' D comes out with the Chocolate Cannolis from Renato's on a silver platter, that's emanating white smoke for some reason, and he gives them to you and you're all suspicious and twisted in the face until you take that first bite and the gnarled face slowly turns to express the joy being felt by the most ecstatic of tastebuds, and you write the restaurant a check with an ivory pen for like 400 francs and waltz out clutching the cannolis to your bosom.

oh man, it was priceless. keep em comin