"I'm already tired and sore"

It is about 1pm. Getting ready to go up the new place. Wow.

Movers are 80% done. I need a shower. We were awake for about 10 minutes, had coffee, Doug started working and then bemoaned he was already tired and sore. 

Hard same. 

Doug and I only had one argument and that's because he thought I wasn't packing my bag with my clothes in it to take to the new house... I had laundry to fold, and I was watching videos to get myself psyched up.  And I got mad at him for misplacing the roll of packing tape but I didn't flip out. 

We won't have internet at the new place, I'm not sure if I can successfully update this on my phone later. I hate thumb typing. 

The movers are doing all the furniture, we packed just about everything else ourselves. There's still stuff in the kitchen but we'll be back here tomorrow for everything we didn't get packed up yet. In fact it was funny, we packed so much stuff that they guys were looking at our lamps, and offered to put them in the truck, but they'd have to crack open the boxes, for one box. 

I told them not to do it. Hilarious. we will just drive our lamps tomorrow. 

I mostly want to make sure that the patio table gets packed. 

Oh and they figured out a lamp solution. Without the boxes. Safely. 

Publishing now, so I can see if I can update later. 

digits

exercise: x/12 hours.  

blood glucose:

6am: 108
xpm: x
xpm: x

food & meds:
6am: jardiance+phentermine
1pm: protein bar
2pm: met+glip

Two Extra Things

 You get an extra entry. Aren't you lucky. 

Something I'd forgotten to mention about the new house is we have an ice maker. An actual, bonafide ice maker. 

We've never had one. 

We've relied on ice cube trays, and we have four in the freezer right now. My husband and my son do not understand my desire to have ice cubes readily available. There is a bowl in the freezer, where daily I break 2 of the 4 trays open, and dump them in. Then, I refill the trays. It takes the better part of an entire day for this freezer to create new ice cubes. 

But my housemates will: 

• Use all of the ice in the bowl and not crack the trays open in the morning to refill said bowl, and refill said ice cube trays while they're at it, so that later in the day, there are more fucking ice cubes
• Use 6 or 8 or whatever ice cubes out of the tray when the bowl is empty, and then put the tray back in the freezer with 6 or 8 empty compartments
• Put more water into the tray where they took out 6 or 8 cubes so when I go to grab a tray to break it open, I spill water all over the fucking kitchen

They are monsters. And they do not understand why I get furious about this. 

But now, I will not have to worry. I will not have to be concerned with having ice crystals at the bottom of the bowl and no readily available ice. 

I opened our freezer (freezer is at the bottom of the refrigerator, which I fucking LOVE) and lo and behold, a damn hell ass entire collection of ice cubes waiting for me to shove into a glass.

This brings me incredible joy. 

I mentioned Doug's aunt in the last entry. It has been a while since we've talked to her.

He got an email and phone call from the storage unit place where we'd set up an account to pay for her to store things back a month or so ago. She told Doug recently that she changed the payment info to her name and it was all set. But. They told Doug that no - the payment method failed/was rejected and asked him to please call to help make that right. Thank you very much.

So. He has been a little focused on, I don't know, his own life? So he forgot to call. She texted him tonight to say they reached out to her too, and wanted the payment method updated/fixed but she didn't know what they were talking about (of course she didn't) so her message was "It's in your name right? You have to fix it." 

Oh fuck no. No we do not. But .... we will. 

So, after about an hour of debating if he should call her or not, she called him. They got caught up and he's going to call in the morning. I have to remember to remind him to do that. She said her landlord does NOT like how messy the house is (lol of course!) and she said there is a skunk that keeps coming around. She left a package of cookies on the back step (like you do!) and it came and tried to open the plastic container (of course it did!). 

She also had a lamp that caused some trouble. Somehow, someone spilled some soda, and the lamp's power cord was frayed and when it got wet - it started to spark and smoke and it got very scary. So she called her landlord (duh, don't do that, it isn't HIS responsibility) to talk about smoke detectors. By law in Virginia, the house has what it needs but she thinks it needs more. He came over (and that's when he started fussing at her about how messy the place is) so they put in more smoke detectors. But she has not cleaned up anything. 

So there's more news for you that does not involve us and moving trucks. 

More later, I am sure.

Toffee's New House

Tonight Doug and I drove over to the new house. We packed and did things all day, and it got to be late and we almost didn't go. But. We knew we had to. We didn't leave until almost 4pm (big mistake, it took 2 hours to get there!). We took both cars, full of small boxes, plants, and clothes, and winter coats, etc etc etc. 

And we also took Toffee.

They beat me there, and Doug was in the back yard with her as she ran around sniffing All The Things. It was 6pm and I already wanted to turn around and drive back. 

Doug was hungry, but I wasn't. I was more anxious about getting back before dark. He offered to unpack the cars if I went to a sub shop he saw but could not remember the name of. "It's by the burger king. I think it starts with an A?" 

 (Anthony's Pizza for the record. Anthony's. They didn't come up in a google search of Pizza Near Me, so getting in the car and going over where Doug said he'd seen them was the way to find them. And he was right). 

He unpacked the mini, and I took it over to where he thought he remembered seeing a pizza place being, and he was right. I got a menu, brought it home, bookmarked the website on my phone for future reference.

I got us subs, chicken parm and meatball, and we each had a half of one. After I ordered I realized they had combos with onion rings. A guy sitting in the restaurant was chowing down on rings and fries with his sub, and I thought ..... damn I'm full of regret looking at those rings! 

I didn't realize I was as hungry as I was, but I've been a little distracted-ish. 

The subs were very good. And we'll try the pizza next, I'm sure. Maybe we are officially out of Pizza Jail by moving to Washington County? More research is needed but it feels like a win with these here subs!

The lady behind the counter was sweet. She welcomed me to town, and said she'd been there five years but has worked for Anthony's for 19, starting off at another location in West Virginia. 

After I got the subs, the other car was completely unloaded. Doug told me while he was unpacking the car Toffee figured out how to open the back gate and she got out, but, she came right to the front porch and waited for him. Thank God. I really can't with that dog sometimes.

Bungee Cords. I think they are still in the basement. Note: get them. 

We sat out on the patio and ate the subs, she ran around and came over to get bread from me. Doug said she really loved running up and down the stairs, followed him around like she was attached to his ass. 

Welcome to your new house, babe. So glad we got to introduce you!

Right after we ate, I told him I wanted to hit the road because I have a hard time seeing in the dark. The highway is okay, but once I get off the highway to get home, that's when it becomes a challenge. So we packed it in around 7:30, and we were home at 8:45. Quick trip back. 

It is 11:15pm, Doug and Toffee are in bed, I'm wide awake. I will set an alarm for 6am. Truck gets here between 9 and 9:30, and we'll hit the ground running. Our vacuum has not been running well so I want to test it one more time and see if I can get it to behave. If not, it goes to the curb. Tomorrow is Trash Day. So fuck you, I've had you 10 years and if you don't want to work, I'm alright with that. Goodbye. 

In the morning, one of us has to go to Target to see about getting Geoff an air mattress. We still haven't done that. We have two, already, in our lives. One is at my cousin's in Richmond, so he can have his buddies over and they have something to sleep on, and the other is at his aunt's, and she broke it. 

"I'll be sure to give it back to you," she said afte she told him she broke it. 

No. Go right ahead, throw it out. You broke it. We do not want it back, thank you. Good lord. 

I also want to pull a cooler out of the shed, and get a bag of ice, some water bottles, Gatorade, and make sure it is right where the movers can just grab and gulp. I may also go to Dunks and get some munchkins and a box of joe. 

Also, I took my cleaning supplies up to the new house, but because we left I didn't get to clean, and, I left everything there. So. Spray cleaner, mr. clean magic erasers, paper towel, etc. Damn. 

I should go to bed or at least pull everything out of the guest room closet? at 11:30pm? 

Maybe another glass of wine and try to go to sleep, okay? Okay. No picture today, but Digits Below! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 10 min/.48 mile indoor walk while packing/etc. 11k+ steps by bedtime.

blood glucose:

8am: 145
5pm: 138
11pm: 142

food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
12:45pm: pb&j on 647 bread
2:30pm: met+glip
6pm: protein bar
7pm: 1/2 meatball sub, 1/2 chicken parm sub. Ate most of the bread.
9pm: met+glip
red wine+diet ginger ale

The Tomato Gift

Today, Doug was reluctant to take a trip up to the house with stuff because it is Football Season and ... Football. But he saw the smartness in it, and we packed up stuff. He did the pantry, I did the china plates and fancy glassware. We took things that were on hangers in the closets, laid all that on top of the boxes, and we took off.

Initially Geoff had said he was coming with us, but he opted to study and keep the dog. We appreciated that because as much as we want her to come see her new house and play in her new yard, we needed every inch of space in the car. Next trip. 

We unloaded boxes, and Doug wanted to unpack things but I told him no, the kitchen needed to be clean. The cabinets, the shelves, everything - it all needs to be cleaned. He thought I was being fussy. 

"Broom clean means they sweep they floor, they don't clean everything." I said. The place isn't gross, but there is something psychological to me about putting my things into cabinets, and making sure they are all tidy. He agreed. 

He brought the hose with us, and watered all our plants, the indoor and outdoor ones. Everything needed a good soaking. It is warm enough out that I'm not concerned about the house plants, so they are spending another night in the carport. That, and there isn't really anywhere for them to go yet. 

We surveyed the yard and garden, all of it was neglected a bit over the last month or so. It needs weeding, and we'll get into that I'm sure. 

There was a cherry tomato plant which had been ripped up at the roots and chucked into the way back of the yard at the tree line. Doug thought this was a criminal prosecutable act. I agreed, and decided to salvage all the tomatoes that were still attached.  

There was another cherry tomato vine growing on the side of the house, so I harvested all the ripe ones. There are plenty of little green ones that will keep on going, and I look forward to picking them off in the coming weeks. 

Also, by the back gate there is a zinnia growing with gorgeous blooms all over it. The colors are so rich and vibrant. Two of them we busted after getting jacked by the gate, so I cut them off and came inside. The only thing I unpacked was a bud vase that I knew exactly where it was. 

Once we had done everything that we could short of going to the store and buying stuff to clean with that we have plenty of here at this house and I can bring up there tomorrow, we decided it was time to eat. Off to the Broad Axe, which Doug found online, and the reviews and comments were quite favorable. 

Great choice. We had the best buffalo wings I've had in forever. And my burger was perfect. Doug got the fish and chips, and it was catfish - and it was perfectly done. Their draft beer selection is limited, but, they had stuff I've never had so it was nice. The staff was lovely, friendly, and the place was hopping but not over crowded. For a Sunday night out, it was a great choice. We'll be back!

Home by 9pm. Perfect trip. 

Tomorrow, up again to clean. I think I'll go solo, and Doug can get more done around here. 

More flowers for your entertainment. Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours. missed 11am because I was doing dishes and lost track of time. 10 min. pokemon walk for .46 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 118
xpm: x
10:45pm: 130

food & meds:
8:45am: jardiance+phentermine
10:45am: blueberry pancakes w/a little syrup
11:45am: met+glip
5pm: a lot of cherry tomatoes
6:45pm: buffalo wings; bacon bleu burger, a little cole slaw but it wasn't tasty; 3 beers
9pm: met+glip

I like to move it move it

I don't really like to move it move it. In fact I want to do nothing. But there is so much to do. 

We both were up early, Doug worked on some more things downstairs, and I was up here cleaning off the glass collectibles and the not-fragiles as well. Boxing, wrapping, stacking. Doug came up and started to put things in the car and Geoff helped. 

I opted to stay here and pack more, clean more. I didn't do as much as I wanted but did get a nice chat with Linda in the midst of things. Still. Things were done. 

The boys got home after 6, they had dinner but I did not so I made bacon for a salad and that hit the spot. 

Not much else to update. Doug did take Geoff to the brewery he hadn't been to yet and he enjoyed it a lot. 

Tomorrow? More of the same but I think I have to go up. And we should bring Toffee so she can see the place. 

Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 20 min/1 mile indoor walk and a lot of steps. 11k+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 113
5:30pm: 93
10pm: 92

food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
11:30am: pb& low sugar j on 647 bread
2:30pm: met+glip
3pm: small bowl of left over tuna casserole
red wine & ginger ale
7:30pm: BLT salad with goat cheese crumbles
8pm: ramekin of mixed nuts
9pm: met+glip

Closing

Well we did it. We closed on the house. 

I woke up very early, made coffee, played my games. We knew we needed to be in the car by 10:45 to get to the walk through. We took a car load of plant,s and some plastic totes of doohickeys up with us. 

(We left the plants in the carport and now I regret that. I hope it doesn't get cold tonight and the poor things suffer. My houseplant babies have never spent the night outside).

The walk through went well. The rooms all need a good painting, that'll happen. We told our buyers broker about the future upstairs bathroom and she said hell yeah. 

The sellers left the party lights in the basement office area and on the back porch. Excellent. They took the built-in shelves in the basement living area - I thought for sure those would stay. But unless you ask, you don't know what is going to stay and covey, or go. I should have asked. 

We'll put bookshelves against the wall. Geoff will appreciate that. 

After the closing, we went to the electric department to switch the account over into our name. It went smoothly. 

Our buyer's broker gave us a gift card to a local restaurant so we went straight there. We were super hungry. 

Celebration beers... Delirium Tremens isn't often on draft so this was a treat. 

Our waitress was adorable. Very funny. We put in our first order for beers and our dinners/lunch/whatever. We placed our second round and it seemed to take a long time to get to us. When she brought it over, she said, "I delayed delivery on this on purpose to get you in on the happy hour deal at 3pm." She mentioned for dessert there was carrot cake, so we decided we'd have that. 

Doug told her "it's someone's very favorite thing," and I smiled. I told her it was our wedding cake and she thought that was sweet. "But this isn't our anniversary or anything, but it is a special day." 

She came over to tell us there was a problem. "There is only one piece of carrot cake, and it is hers," she gestures to me while looking at Doug. He thought about something else and I offered to share with him and asked for two spoons. "Are you sure you wanna do that?" she asked, "It's your favorite." 

Yes. because it is good to share. And we did. I gave her a very huge cash tip, she came over while Doug was in the bathroom, and thanked me profusely, and gave me a cute little drawing. 

We got home, and our neighbor J and the dog were standing at our gate. Meg was looking for Toffee, she wasn't outside but Meg was still looking. We asked if she wanted us to get Toffee for a quick romp and she said yes. 

The dogs went bananas together and J and I talked about how this was going to be so missed by both beasties. And I'm going to miss time with J. 

She had to go, they were having company and she wanted to clean up. I went inside and there was a giant box waiting. C had shipped cheesesteaks from Goldbelly. Doug napped, I made them. And they were the perfect thing to have, since we didn't have much else. 

Tomorrow, more work. Taking Geoff up to see the house for the first time. And Toffee so she can see her new yard. 

Here's the cute drawing from the waitress. It was. It was a great day.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  No exercise, 7k steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 136
6pm: 105
10pm: 108

food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
10:30am: protein bar
3pm: spinach & strawberry salad w/ grilled chicken. 2 beers. Met+glip; carrot cake
7pm: a philly cheesesteak from Joe's via Goldbelly (thank you C) 
8:30pm: met+glip
2 more beers

To Be A Panda

I took a nap this afternoon and I rarely do. My head hurt and between the state of the universe and the nation, and the kind of overwhelm of everything with work and life, I just didn't want to do anything. 

No boxes packed, hardly any work done. No walk. That's okay. Some days you feel this way and take it easy. 

Our closing is 1pm tomorrow, walk through is at noon. We are planning on bringing stuff up to the house with us, and we have to go to the electric company in person to set up the electric service. It's wild in this the year of our Lord 2025 that one cannot submit an application online, or call a phone number. We have to go in person. They are open until 4pm. 

So tomorrow's the big day. Your girl needs some more sleep. I'll probably wake up at 3 am and be awake, again. Maybe that's when I'll pack some boxes. 

At work today, my work bestie reminded me of the Smithsonian Zoo Panda Cam, and there was a panda way high up in a tree so we worried for it. Why are you up so high! What if you fall! It seemed content, and it took a nap. Another panda was in the panda house just lounging around. I told her, Oh, to be this panda. 

Indeed. Oh to be this panda.

Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. No walk. 4500+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8am: 130
4:30pm: 109
11pm: 186

food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
11:45am: 2 good yogurt+granola bar
1pm: met+glip
4:30pm: ramekin of mixed nuts
6pm: 2 hotdogs with buns, and some coleslaw, some macaroni salad, some chickpea salad
white wine
8pm: peaches & vanilla ice cream
9:30pm: met+glip

Baby's First Wire Transfer

Today I went and did something I've never done before not even once in my life. I did a wire transfer. I was very anxious about it, and when I got there, there were some concerns about ME that they had. I was not the primary on the account, Doug is. Does Doug know I'm doing this.

I pointed at the documentation from the title company that says both of our names, and that seemed to make them happy. I was concerned they'd want Doug to come in and do this. But they ended up satisfied.

Then, when we moved here none of us updated our licenses. We didn't order new checks. So our old house number appears on my personal check and my license (my passport card still has my Massachusetts address) but my address in their system is this house. Oh no. Discrepancy! Discussions! 

Eventually, they were okay with it. And the wire transfer was set up. We went over every detail. I had called to get the absolute final closing cost amount from the Title company this morning, and all pieces fell into place. 

I knew I had to grab milk from the market, and I wanted to get a side dish to go with Geoff's meat thing he's making for dinner (he never plans a side dish. Which is hilarious to me). And my gym is next door to the market. 

So I went to the gym for the first time since June. Really. That long. 

My plan was to give myself 25 -30 min as a quiet treat away from the computer and boxes and everything, and then grab what I needed at the market. I was trotting along to favorites on the playlist and felt something "ping" in my left knee. 

Ouch. Stop it. Oh Fuck OUCH! 

I stopped the treadmill right before my knee kind of gave out on me. I took that as a 10 minute recordable walk, and left. With a very painful knee. 

Eventually it stopped hurting, I was in the market, and pushing the cart around and it stopped screaming at me. But yeah. Ouch. Bastard. Why. 

And I had my notifications/alerts off for my work tools, I turned them on and all hell had broken loose with one of my products but people knew I was out of office until 1pm at least, and they were handling it. I messaged the team to say I was on my way home, asked for someone to draft an alert for me to review and send when I got back to my computer. 

I told my boss "this is what happens when I leave the house. This is why I work while I'm on vacation. I'm the magic that holds the sky up from the ground, or something..." Jokingly of course.

Crisis was resolved quickly. What a weird couple things to have happen and get me back to the house. 

Got email and text confirmation this afternoon the wire was received. They've got all my money. Until we start making more money.... 

I tried another walk inside the house and again, jacked knee after a couple minutes so I stopped. Making an appointment with my doctor for next week. Earliest I can see her is Wednesday, the day after moving day. Guess she's not in on Monday. 

I didn't push it with steps today. Wanted to try another walk, but want to see what is going on tomorrow. Back to the boxes. 

Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  Gym, 10 min. quick walk/.58 mi. Short indoor walk, 7 min/.3 mi. 7500+ steps by bedtime.

blood glucose:

8:30am: 111
4:15pm: 121
11pm: 156

food & meds:
8:30am: jardiance+phentermine
1pm: english muffin w/pb & bonnie maman's apricot
2pm: met+glip
4:15pm: some hummus & pita chips
6:30pm: marinated steak w/mashed red bliss potatoes
8pm: ramekin of mixed nuts
9:30pm: met+glip
white wine

Three Sleeps

This morning Doug was very excited and happy. "Three sleeps until we close on the house!" Yes. Three sleeps! 

Yay.

I mean, Yay!

I am a little overwhelmed, and not emotionally into it right now because there is so much to do. Truth be told, I won't be all the way excited until we're moved fully, and everything is settled with the current property manager. He's kind of ghosted me, I reached out earlier today and no reply. Maybe he's away on vacation? not sure. 

Doug has been attending a conference online, yesterday, today, and tomorrow morning. He's been in the guest room rather than downstairs, and kind of in my space. I didn't have any meetings until 1pm today so I did more packing, organizing. Got some bookshelves cleaned off, used the 3 liquor boxes. 

I went to the Extra Space storage place and bought boxes. Tomorrow, the fragile glasses (leaving out one wine glass for each of us...) and the kitchen stuff that we probably won't need to use. Like, the roasting pan. All the muffin tins. That kind of thing. 

Also, tomorrow morning, I'm going to our bank to set up the wire transfer, since Doug is conferencing. The bank is near my gym. Maybe I'll stop in and visit, walk on ye olde treadmill. Look into canceling my membership. Sadly. I like the kids who work there. They are super nice. 

I took two walks. One was a decent 26 min that I could have pushed to a half hour. The playlist was doing good things for me. Groove is in the Heart is a banger. And I didn't take Toffee with me, so I could do a good pace. I came home, rested a bit, and got her harness on and took her around 2 blocks. It worked out just right for the step count

Anyway - another busy day come and gone. Digits below!

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 2 walks. One solo after dinner, 26 min/1.29 mi; one with toffee13 min/.62 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 110
4:30pm: 139
10:30pm: 131

food & meds:
8:30am: jardiance+phentermine
11:45am: english muffin w/ pb & bonnie maman's apricot preserves
2pm: met+glip
3pm: 2 pieces of left over grilled chicken strips w/the last of the macaroni salad
4:30pm: atkins protein bar
6pm: bowl of rotini w/meat sauce
white wine
9:45pm: met+glip

The Pedicure

I left the house yesterday with the only mission being "get some boxes." 

I decided that I also wanted/needed a pedicure. I think I had one in July, and Linda and I were supposed to have a sisters' date while we were in Maine, but that didn't happen. Sadly.

Fast forward yet another month, and man. My toes were not summer happy. "Ratchet" would be how I'd describe them. 

I had trimmed my toenails, so don't be gross with your thinking that I had some talons or some shit. Nope. They weren't a mile long. They looked shitty. The polish had grown off most of the toes, except the big ones. Thankfully it was a light grey/silver formerly sparkly polish. I don't think other people were looking at my feet saying "Eww." But I sure was. 

I headed over to the mall and walked into the basement corridor where the salon was. 

Only, they weren't. 

The salon was gone, as was each of the other four stores in that little corridor, and the not quite any good Chinese restaurant. Hmmmm. Weird? No sign saying they'd moved or relocated. 

The internet is in my pocket every day, so I looked them up. Google said they were open, their website didn't indicate anything negative. So I called up. 

The girl said they'd been moved by the mall, and she could get me in for 4pm. "But before you come, call me, I'll meet you." 

I went to the liquor store for the boxes. I went and had my bloodwork done.

Back to the mall. I parked, went in, and called the girl. She had told me what doors to come in, and found me quickly. 

She took me to what looked like doctors offices with a sign that said "My Salon: Suite" in a part of the mall I'd not seen before. 

Each room was for a hairdresser, and her little nail salon had been moved into a series of these one seater stalls. 

"What's up with this?" I asked her. 

"Oh. The mall got bought, and they're moving things around. We're getting a nice new space upstairs and our shop and the others in that section are all closed. So. We're waiting. And they put us here. Until maybe Halloween, we hope it will get finished sooner." 

Oh okay. 

Her manicure technician was working on an elderly gentleman's hands. "That's right," she said in a cute fast voice, "We roll with it. We make do and we get through. It is all we can do. We got this." 

She was super cute and I told her "that's right. It's what we do. And I'm here for it." My pedicure girl, the woman who answered the phone (and I think she is the owner too) and the manicurist all cheered. The elderly gentleman laughed. 

They don't even have the pedicure chairs hooked up to a water supply. My technician had to fill a bowl and dump water into a plastic container that my feet were in. So I didn't get the jacuzzi with the LED lites all up on my feets. 

She did good by doing an extra nice foot rub. 

All told, I'm happy to support a small business that is doing the best they can. And my toes look very un-ratchet, I must say. 

Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. walk 23 min/1.09 mi. Inside walk, 15 min/.66 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 124
4:45pm: 100
9:45pm: 109

food & meds:
8:30am: jardiance+phentermine
11:30am: BLT salad (only with spinach not lettuce, so... BST?) 
2pm: met+glip
6:00pm: nachos, cheese, guac, ground beef
white wine
9:30pm: met+glip