OPEN BAR: 50 Shades of Chronic Liver Disease

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Basically, anyone outside of family who wants my time/attention in the near future: no. Just no. Don't call me, text me, PM me, or try to chat me. You might see me online fucking around and trying to have fun, and that is because I am destressing in what precious little spare time I have. Don't tell me about your project; I don't care about your project, or your job, or your finances, or your sex life. I don't have any extra caring left over. And for fuck sake don't ask if there's anything you can do, because we both know damn well there isn't anything you can do unless you want to come over and stay up nights with the kid.

Understood, and then some (I've been busy as shit myself).  I'll PM trip details here, instead.

That sounds excellent. I am thinking that a little carousing on the Wednesday you're here might not be a bad thing... I will probably need a couple shots of bourbon. Right now I am thinking you, me, Chaz, and anyone else we can round up, for a whirlwind tour of the creepiest spots in Portland.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Basically, anyone outside of family who wants my time/attention in the near future: no. Just no. Don't call me, text me, PM me, or try to chat me. You might see me online fucking around and trying to have fun, and that is because I am destressing in what precious little spare time I have. Don't tell me about your project; I don't care about your project, or your job, or your finances, or your sex life. I don't have any extra caring left over. And for fuck sake don't ask if there's anything you can do, because we both know damn well there isn't anything you can do unless you want to come over and stay up nights with the kid.

Understood, and then some (I've been busy as shit myself).  I'll PM trip details here, instead.

That sounds excellent. I am thinking that a little carousing on the Wednesday you're here might not be a bad thing... I will probably need a couple shots of bourbon. Right now I am thinking you, me, Chaz, and anyone else we can round up, for a whirlwind tour of the creepiest spots in Portland.

I'm down with it.

[Reginald Ret]

It's been a strange day. My foster kid attempted suicide at around 4am last night so I spent my morning in the ER. Right now she's OK, who knows what the future holds?

Fuck.
Good luck with figuring out how to handle that, if there is anything i can do (I mean that literally: Imagine something insane a Belgian can do for you/anyone/entertainment)

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So my dad now has Self-Absorbed Old Guy disease... you know the thing, where people reach a certain point in age where they literally do not give a fuck about you as anything other than an audience, and just ramble on about themselves endlessly, launching straight from "hello" to some lengthy story about what they're doing, their entire personal history, some random problem their friend had/has, and whatever medical problems they're experiencing right now without at any point so much as a "how are you doing?" expecting you to listen raptly to their riveting tales of their last Dr. checkup and and everything else that crosses their minds until they decide they're done talking, at which point they leave.

It's sad, but it also drives me insane. I mean, I would sure appreciate SOME indication that I might have plans, or interests, or acknowledgement that I'm alive. Something other than "Oh, you answered the door? Let me tell you about me for a while". 

[Roly Poly Oly-Garch]

It's been a strange day. My foster kid attempted suicide at around 4am last night so I spent my morning in the ER. Right now she's OK, who knows what the future holds?

No! Give her my love. That just...

No!

[Pæs]

Taking bets how long it takes me to name and tag 7000 ebooks from my "Untitled" category.

[East Coast Hustle]

I was so fucking anxious and stressed about whether or not I made the right choice uprooting everything and coming back to Maine.

My stress and anxiety is diminishing at an unprecedented pace. I think I made a REALLY good decision. This is gonna be so top-notch once we get shit up and running and dialed in. And the money is finally decent and the perks are already proving to be magnificent. And I gotta admit, I've always particularly loved the menu development and kitchen build-out parts of this business. I'd love to someday be one of those consultant chefs who just gets paid to get posh restaurants up and running before handing it over to the schlub who's gonna actually have to do the day-to-day shit.

I get to go on a junket next week. A fucking junket. 3 days, 2 nights, all expenses paid. Down to Portland Monday night with my sous chef and head bartender. Check in to our suite at the Embassy Suites in downtown Portland, which has a FREE HAPPY HOUR. Portland food show tuesday morning and afternoon, meeting with my contact at the seafood wholesaler wednesday morning before leaving wednesday afternoon to head back up the coast. And the best part? The entire time, starting with dinner Monday night and ending with dinner Wednesday night, we will be strategically eating and drinking at the best seafood restaurants and raw bars in and around Portland and back up the coast between Portland and Castine, all on the company dime. I'm giddy like a kid on christmas eve about it. I haven't put together the entire list of places we'll be hitting, but I've been waiting for fucking YEARS to have a chance to eat at Miyake. And fucking Eventide. My belly has a raging hard-on.

[Pæs]

Awesome to hear, ECH!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

It's been a strange day. My foster kid attempted suicide at around 4am last night so I spent my morning in the ER. Right now she's OK, who knows what the future holds?

No! Give her my love. That just...

No!

Thanks man, I will.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

ECH, that's rad!

[Da6s]

Deposit made on boulder apartment. Shits as good as mine.

Down there today it was perfect - mid 50s overcast. Came back up to Breck and it was 25 and snowing. Again.

Now just to survive until August . Need to buy a decent road bike. Because boulder. Why the hell are road bikes 1k?

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Deposit made on boulder apartment. Shits as good as mine.

Down there today it was perfect - mid 50s overcast. Came back up to Breck and it was 25 and snowing. Again.

Now just to survive until August . Need to buy a decent road bike. Because boulder. Why the hell are road bikes 1k?

Because the world is a jerk.

[Reginald Ret]

Deposit made on boulder apartment. Shits as good as mine.

Down there today it was perfect - mid 50s overcast. Came back up to Breck and it was 25 and snowing. Again.

Now just to survive until August . Need to buy a decent road bike. Because boulder. Why the hell are road bikes 1k?

Because the world is a jerk.

[Cain]

Bleh.  My answer for anything in the next...18 hours is: "outlook hazy, try later".

Outlook here both referring to general events, and to my particular mental state at this moment in time.

[Suu]

I wish flowers weren't so fucking expensive to send to people, but I hate not being able to help others when they're in need. SCA friends' daughter's wake is today, and funeral is tomorrow. If we would have known 2 hours earlier when we were driving home from NJ, we would have made it, now I feel like fucking shit we couldn't go. We definitely can't go tomorrow.

As for Luna, they don't do bouquets of booze, but that would be a bad idea to ship to Providence, anyway. 

This moving North of the Wall bullshit has made me fucking useless, because I could have at least cooked a week's worth of food for both of them, because this is what I do. When people die, I feed the grieving. You can't eat a bouquet of fucking flowers. You can't clean their house with it. You cannot hug someone with a dozen roses. All it says is, "I'm too lazy to come down there and help." That's what it says.

Goddamnit.