It's been a busy weekend and I haven't slept well.. Last night was a mess- I dreamt we had Mowgis and I put them in the tub and holy crap they multiplied and I wasn't sure what to do with them. Stupid Gremlins.. We bought a fog machine which makes me realise that I am getting closer to my ultimate Halloween fantasy.. All I need is a house with a garden and I'm set for life.. Who am I kidding? I'm a city girl.. Maybe I can rent a house for October? Last year The Husband went out to some industrial district and bought 20 kilos of dry ice and that was an epic fail.. A majority of the party was spent with The Husband and other men standing around the bucket of dry ice.
Male 1: maybe add some hot water.
Male 2: no, hotter water.
Male 3: we need a fan.
Male 1: maybe I can pee on it.
I need to add a point here. I'm still in awe that The Husband picked up dry ice for me. Some girls like chocolate. He's the best.. But this year, oh this year, we got a fog machine. Thanks to Alix's tip, we headed out to the Gasometer and stopped by the music/dj store (read: musician's wet dream). There was even an elderly British man in tight leather pants and t-shirt moving speakers around. I felt like Penny Lane. A fat, dark haired, sober, Penny Lane. When we got home, we tested it out and it does indeed fog.. respiration be damned!
As a side note, recently, Vienna's customer service is showing improvements.. Yesterday at the music store, the salespeople were friendly and informative. Also, recently, I even had one salesperson say "let me check in the back", which made me check for hidden cameras. I love Vienna, but there are times when the salespeople can drive me up the wall. When we were in Vegas, I realised how unbelievably different customer service is.. Now, I'm not sure I could handle salespeople from The Gap on a daily basis but it sure is a heck less stressful shopping in North America.. For me, maybe not for The Husband. Example from Vegas:
Cashier ringing up our purchases: How did you find everything today?
The Husband: ALL BY MYSELF! (said proudly)
Sigh.
I have some projects to finish up and another in law treffen and then I can retire to my bed again and have visions of jack o' lanterns and candy corn running through my head..
Happy Sunday!
P.S. was going to write about the 5th Element and fashion but got distracted. Next time..
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I'm with Husband on this. Vegas and other customer-service places creep me out. I live in one now and sometimes just shut down when people try to engage me in talk. *Like* I want to talk to them. I mean really. Just let me do my thing, you do your thing, and all will be well.
ReplyDeleteMy all-time favorite random talking moment took place at the deli of my local supermarket once. I asked for pancetta. The deli worker responded by saying (in a southern drawl), 'I once saw Bobby Flay use pancetta on the Food Network and it was so good!' I didn't even know where to start to respond to that. Somehow, I managed not to ask her how she knew the food was good if she had seen it on the Food Network. This is me trying to be friendly.