Awesome German food!

So a bunch of us went out for awesome German food last night! I'd like to take all the credit for finding a place that everyone really seemed to like- and disavow anything to do with everyone getting horribly lost. It's Google's fault. _I_ corrected that as best as I could, texting people the correct address as soon as I realized the problem.
The food was really, really awesome. I got the Jagerschnitzel and it was soo nice. It was probably the best German food I've had since being in Germany!
A good time was had by all, though one of the company was a bit lonely since he's not in exactly the same job as us and he might have been feeling a little lost. I hope that I was a good hostess (in so far as one is ever a hostess when your party is out at a restaurant...) and helped him fit in. I'm not sure how successful I was at that though.
We played another two rounds of 'Who Am I?' (first I was Napoleon (elected ruler, technically not French) and then I was Werner Von Braun. I got both and had a wonderful time. My two mystery people were Cleopatra and Louis Armstrong :D) over at DrunkLeprechaun's house, and that was fun. His cat is a complete and total spaz and it was hilarious to watch the cat interact with him and everyone else there. His wife is also a little spazzy, though perhaps the prank FB update that someone made was crossing the line. If I was her, I'd sort of expect it from his loony friends by now, but that's just me. Whatever.
We drove the non-car owners back to their respective barracks, after a long, thoughtful conversation about personality types. It was a good time. The conclusion? Most of us are introverted peeps. That wasn't a huge revelation somehow... But we all managed to get out and have a great time. Except for the losers who didn't show. Oh well.
And soon a bunch of cool people are going to go away and I'll have one less useful thing that I can do in my copious spare time. This means I'm going to have to novel more and procrastinate less. Bother.

AugWriMo

So I should be working on the WriMo, but I don't want to. I've been reduced to having a character of mine work in thinly disguised bits of real world history. None of these characters have turned out quite the way I thought they would. And honestly my attention is kind of being stolen by the party in the back of my brain that claims that they ALL fell down some stairs and hit themselves upside of the head on both sides. Really. Dangerous stairs in this port. Very dangerous stairs. Except for the one clever cloggins who insists that he hit himself repeatedly while drunk. Nothing to see here, sir. Nothing at all.
They intrigue me. They really do.
But I will be strong! I will stick to one story at a ti- oh we know how well that's worked in the past... But really. Tonight I will break 10k if it kills me. And then I just have 20k more to go because I'm not going for the big 5-0. I couldn't, not now anyway. Maybe in September if I'm still stuck on the 'let's weed with screwdrivers' team. So now, I shall stop procrastinating and get back to work!
Oh, for any amongst the readership that cares, the whole babysitting thing this weekend went off well and without a hitch. Much fun and ever so grateful to be single and childless still!

Navy Heritage/Pride/Show-Up-In-Whites Day...

Huh?
I'm confused. My handful of readers (probably only one) is probably not surprised. I've been confused a lot of late. I don't get it... I'm in a div. that does outdoor work A Lot. And when it's not outdoors, it's cleaning. Blech. So, having us all wear whites tomorrow (except for five poor people who are still stuck cleaning) means what exactly? A half-day? I'll take a half day. But I'm not sure what that has to do with Navy Heritage or Pride. Or why everything is about Pride these days. I mean, Pride and Professionalism? I know we're supposed to take Pride in the proper wear of uniforms and all that, I don't know why we don't just call it something else.
Now for some completely unrelated stuff.
-I haven't packed a lunch once this week. This is reaching crisis proportions because today I spent 11 dollars on lunch at Panera. It was delicious so I don't really have regrets, I'm just saying. Usually I spend about five at Tacobell. I wish they had a subway on base... sigh.
-I eat really bad for me crap on PT days because I reason that I've already burned a lot of calories so I should replace them. I don't think it works the way I want it to.
-My AugWriMo is progressing. That's about all I can say for it. Right now I'm a little annoyed to find that culturally the hill people are resembling some real world hill people that I don't like. I mean, I planned for the baddies to resemble certain baddies in real life, but the hill people were supposed to be annoyingly neutral- not unlike certain places at all, I guess. Whatever.
-I want a bagel. Now. And a beer. But I'm not going to have either. I'm going to be good and go clean... after all have company coming tomorrow.

Wonder of Wonders

Miracle of miracles! I passed the DLAB! W00t! I'm going to bask in my own coolness for one heady, self-conceited moment- and move on. Now. I'm serious.
So it's over with. It's a story worth repeating, and maybe when I get a longer moment to spare, I'll detail it all here. But right now, I'm seriously procrastinating on an early morning grocery run. Don't wanna, but I gotta.