Hey, remember me? I used to blog here, back when I a) wasn’t spending vast amounts of time at work and b) wasn’t obsessed with getting the Holy Moly website / blog ready for primetime.
Yeah, between work and blog, a lot of VERY late nights this past week, and not sleeping well besides. I haven’t quite pulled an all-nighter, but there was one night when I was up tinkering under the hood until 4am.
Well, that’s gotta stop. At work yesterday I joked that I was accepting offerings of drugs, liquor, and chocolate and threatening to go to the roof and not come back. I got many laughs for that, but the funny thing is, I wasn’t half kidding.
Thursday I managed to get out for a dinner reservation on time, and we met Steve and his girlfriend Ruth at Davis Street Fish Market for all-you-can-eat crab. Whoa – they don’t often do this, so the crab they had was awesome and not the overcooked, watery stuff you get at the chain seafood restaurants. We all had bibs except David, and Ruth being a vegetarian sat well back as the rest of us ripped into our crab. I suppose we were a pretty frightening sight; at one point the owner of the restaurant stopped by our table and commented “you guys are some serious eaters.”
I think it was a compliment. We certainly gave every appearance of enjoying ourselves immensely, especially Steve. He was in “orgasmo mode” as far as savoring the flavor. Then he tried to dance with Ruth with his plastic bib hanging down his back. I could only remark “Kids, don’t try this at home.”
Unfortunately, that was only Thursday, and the Friday From Hell was yet to be experienced.
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