what can i get you to drink?

if you happened to look at the time of this post, you may be wondering, what the hell is phineas doing up at this hour on a saturday? well, i'll tell you. i'm going to work today. yes, that's right. i'm going to do things for which i will be paid. unfortunately, those things involve catering a harvard luncheon of some sort. yes, i applied to that temp agency with thoughts of boring but cushy harvard office jobs. but of course when they actually call me, it's for a job that requires black pants, black shoes and a white button down shirt. but i didn't feel like i could turn down the job because a.) i desperately need the money and b.) didn't want to get on the agency's bad side. so, here i go, cater cater.

ugh, i hope i don't have to deal with meat.

last night was largely taken up by the making of pot pies. very tasty pot pies. may not sound thrilling, but any such activity with rachael and monkey is inherently fun. it was a good night.

and i'm now reading coeur de loupe which is like candy. or maybe not candy but really high quality chocolate... but that doesn't really work because what i'm trying to say is that it's so gorgeously sweet-sad-sirius/remusy that i don't want to do anything but read it 24/7. so chocolate doesn't work for me bc it's just not so much my thing. what would i want 24/7? hmm... things made out of pumpkin? but everything sweet gets tiresome and nauseating after a while. excpet this story. yes, perhaps i will stay away from the food analogies henceforth.

long winded post. boils down to: sirius!remus!

what a day. ah yes. the event we were catering was a northeastern u alumni barbecue - directly preceding the harvard v. nu football game. so we got to hear the band and watch the cheerleaders and do a good amount of work... but not too much. not bad. and i was womaning the condiment table so i didn't have to deal with nasty meat products. the other staffers for the day were nice. one of them gave me a ride home and his phone number. yeah, sure, whatever. what is it about me that attracts middle-aged black men?

and it was windy as hell. poor rowers in the head of the charles must have been freezing. but i couldn't feel overly sorry for them since it was they who brought the prepsters out in droves. mleh.

so it was cold to be wearing just my button down white shirt and mandatory black bow tie out of doors. and when i got home all i wanted was flannel pants, a cup of tea and chapter upon chapter of couer de loupe. which is what i got. mmeeeooow! that story is so painfully, delightfully sweet. ::sigh:: remus. remusremusremus. i want to have little remus puppies running around my house. i was remus and sirius to invite me to come live with them so i can catch them sneaking cuddles around the house. when i stop reading, i miss them. and anything else becomes annoying because it is not sirius or remus. yes. meeeh.

must get over that though, as i have to leave shortly for allan's concert. which i'm excited about. allan. love that boy. very excited for his concert. and then camillafarfalla's party. oh! such a full social calendar i have. butterfly, that's me. ::flit flit::

REMUS!