home agan, hannigan, jiggity jig jig
is it just my mom who used to say that? whenever we'd pull into the driveway after a trip of any length over four hours she'd sigh deeply and say home again, hannigan, jiggity jig jig. i have no idea where this saying originates or if it is just somethig she made up, i should look on wikipedia.
anyhow, the point. i'm back from 4 day weekend #2. last week was shit. proper and complete shit. for further details please go to my livejournal where it is all sort of explained. but really, the main thing is, you should never assume that a 3 day week will be easy, because it will almost certainly suck harder than hoover (president, fbi director or vacuum take your pick).
new year's eve made up for it though. it was loads of fun. we danced and drank and laughed and just had a generally good time. i also looked quite lovely in my my new year's dress and sparkly red shoes, although i was not prepared for the number of wizard of oz jokes from the locals i would have gone for gold. one guy kept insisting that my shoes were a sign that i desperately wanted to return to my hometown. i asked him if he'd ever heard of port huron michigan, he said no and i said i wished i could say the same and then solemnly swore that there was no way my heels would touch each other even once that evening. he remained unconvinced. i ordered another drink.
jeremy won the dance off, although there are rumors it was rigged. i have no doubt he would have won anyhow, anyone with an interpretive dance based on giving birth is pretty much guaranteed to win any dance off in the world, maybe even the universe.
i'm pretty sure that at some point around 4am i started to rant incoherently about work because i just have a vague memory of saying 'and then he asks me if i know who'e in charge of the project, the fucker!' in two different locations. both times i think paula was suffering though the beligerent nonsense. i can only hope that she was too drunk to remember and or care.
the next day we all braved the outdoors and looked at ponies and the outside in general. in the evening we watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off and ate curry and then yesterday we returned to london and oliver and our own bed.
and today it's back to the file factory.
and tonight the beginning of celebrity big brother with rumored housemates adam ant and lil kim. fingers are crossed!
anyhow, the point. i'm back from 4 day weekend #2. last week was shit. proper and complete shit. for further details please go to my livejournal where it is all sort of explained. but really, the main thing is, you should never assume that a 3 day week will be easy, because it will almost certainly suck harder than hoover (president, fbi director or vacuum take your pick).
new year's eve made up for it though. it was loads of fun. we danced and drank and laughed and just had a generally good time. i also looked quite lovely in my my new year's dress and sparkly red shoes, although i was not prepared for the number of wizard of oz jokes from the locals i would have gone for gold. one guy kept insisting that my shoes were a sign that i desperately wanted to return to my hometown. i asked him if he'd ever heard of port huron michigan, he said no and i said i wished i could say the same and then solemnly swore that there was no way my heels would touch each other even once that evening. he remained unconvinced. i ordered another drink.
jeremy won the dance off, although there are rumors it was rigged. i have no doubt he would have won anyhow, anyone with an interpretive dance based on giving birth is pretty much guaranteed to win any dance off in the world, maybe even the universe.
i'm pretty sure that at some point around 4am i started to rant incoherently about work because i just have a vague memory of saying 'and then he asks me if i know who'e in charge of the project, the fucker!' in two different locations. both times i think paula was suffering though the beligerent nonsense. i can only hope that she was too drunk to remember and or care.
the next day we all braved the outdoors and looked at ponies and the outside in general. in the evening we watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off and ate curry and then yesterday we returned to london and oliver and our own bed.
and today it's back to the file factory.
and tonight the beginning of celebrity big brother with rumored housemates adam ant and lil kim. fingers are crossed!
posted by carolyn says @ 9:33 am
3 Comments:
At 3 January 2007 at 14:25,
Alannah said…
Sounds like a superfun New Year's Eve. I'm in awe of J's interpretive dance skillz.
And tonight I have a new Top Chef to look forward to!
File Factory - blah.
At 3 January 2007 at 14:42,
carolyn says said…
i didn't marry him for his pretty face, i married him for his moves!
At 4 January 2007 at 17:48,
LORMO said…
My dad would always say "home again, home again jiggity JOG."
WTF?
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