6:30pm: At Fu Fu Cafe for dinner with Richard and dad. No luck, as it has unceremoniously closed for the summer.
6:40pm: Eating at QQ Cuisine instead. You can read all about it here.
8:30pm: Stuffed! So stuffed!
8:00am: Contemplating making breakfast.
8:05am: We have no eggs.
8:10am: Or bread.
8:15am: Or juice.
8:20am: Oh, sod it. I’ll eat these Oreos I found in the back of the pantry and make Richard an extra big cup of tea instead.
9:00am: Richard at the gym. I can play Bioshock!
9:05am to 10:30am: Lots of running around, shooting zombies and scaring the dog with the loud noise of grenade launchers and plasma cannons.
11:00am: Getting dressed.
11:30am: Leftover Chinese food from QQ for lunch. Chinese is even better the second time around.
1:00pm: Heading out to Richmond for a birthday party. Doo-dee-doo. Just a leisurely drive…
2:00pm: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD, ARE WE THERE YET???
2:30pm: Seriously. I had no idea people could live this far away from the city and commute to work every day without killing someone out of sheer longevity-induced road rage.
2:45pm: Finally arrive, after quick pit stop for birthday present and card.
3:00pm to 7:30pm: Gorge ourselves on party food and cupcakes. OM-NOM-NOM-NOM.
9:00pm: Arrive home to starving dog who desperately needs a pee. We are bad canine parents tonight. 😦
8:00am: Breakfast items have not magically appeared in refrigerator overnight. Very disappointing.
8:30am: Head to McDonald’s for — go on, judge me, I’ve brought it on myself too many times — one dollar sausage biscuits and hashbrowns with a vanilla iced coffee for me and a milk for Richard. *sigh*
9:30am: Getting dressed.
10:00am: Work on articles for Houstonist. Someone please read the godforsaken site! Please?!?
11:45am: Head over to newly-opened Raia’s for lunch with Ruthie from Great Food Houston.
12:00pm: Raia’s is quite difficult to find. Perhaps they should invest in a sign as part of this whole “restaurant” thing?
12:30pm: Luckily, food is quite good and it’s pretty cute inside. Full writeup soon.
1:45pm: Heading home again to have “date afternoon” with Richard.
2:30pm: Head out to movie theatre to see The Dark Knight.
3:00pm: Parking lot at Memorial City Mall is COMPLETELY full. WTF, people? It’s not like it’s tax-free weekend, for God’s sake.
3:30pm: At Marq*E (or whatever ridiculous spelling) instead; parking lot slightly less full.
3:45pm: All shows sold out for The Dark Knight except for one. Snag those tickets!
4:00pm: Killing time in Cafe Adobe with two Tecates and some queso before the movie. This is way better than popcorn.
4:20pm: Until I spill the cheese dip down the front of my shirt, that is. Aaargh.
4:45pm: In the theatre. Previews starting!!!
5:00pm to 7:30pm: Woman to my right talks the entire time. Taking all my willpower NOT to slap her. She is sounding out words on the screen as if it’s a Hooked On Phonics movie. “Cat-AS-trop-hic?” NOOOOOOO. SHUT UP!!!!!!!
8:00pm: Despite mongrel idiot woman beside me, The Dark Knight was awesome. Richard is stunned into silence the entire ride home by just how good it was.
9:00pm: Back home, watching trashy BBC documentary called “My Small Breasts and I.” Despite lurid subject matter and grammatical farce of a title, it’s incredibly boring. Women with small breasts, you are lucky! Quit your complaining before I dispatch someone to slap some sense into you!
10:00pm: Oh, God. Do I really have to go back to work tomorrow? Already???