Guys, if you don’t ever hear from me again, it’s for one of two reasons:
Option 1: I switched webhostsI’ve had such email annoyance over the past few months that I finally broke up with CrystalTech and moved the rest of my sites over to Godaddy. The affected domains are plinko.net, 404lab.com, creamedpeas.com, and this one. Between DNS transfers and making sure all my data sources are working correctly, there will probably be some missing sites and errors over the next week or so. I’m hopeful everything will still work once the transfers go through, but I’ve been in this bidness far too long to think that’s realistic. Oh, and while my old email address will still work, I’ve moved to Gmail for my main account now. That address is jenni.ripley@youknowtherest.com. Mad props as usual to Google for switching all of their services over automatically. They rule. Option 2: I died of cramps
I was lucky enough to escape the 48-hours-of-irrational-rage this time around, so I figure this is probably balance. I’ve spent the morning considering either puking in my wastebasket, or downing the Costco-sized bottle of Tylenol in the kitchen. As of yet, I have done neither, but this day is only half over. On Tuesday, I went to Uptown to have three of my tattoos touched up. Kore told me once that there is a certain time of the month when a girl should never, ever get tattooed, and I managed to schedule it for exactly that time. It stands to reason that one would be far more sensitive to pain during PMS (since one is infinitely more sensitive and likely to become enraged by, to use examples taken from my own life, a funny look, loud chewing, or annoyingly baggy jeans), but HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE. If my first tattooing experience had been that painful, my skin would be blank right now. Also, when he hit a spot a little to the left of my spine, my leg would twitch uncontrollably. Disturbing. Anyway! Since I know that tattooing is a generally tolerably-painful and dirtily satisfying experience, I made an appointment for my next one on June 13. We’re going over the design next week. Fully-bandaged and a little sore, I went to knitting with las chicas, then to King & I with Cindi, Wendy, and Matt. We met a new bartender and promptly fell in love with her, so I kind of want to go there on Tuesdays again. It’s ladies’ night, after all. Last night, Matt and I went out to celebrate five months! We temporarily satisfied my post-cruise obsession with tropical cocktails at Cafe Havana, then went to Town Talk for dinner. We invited half the staff to the 612.5 party, and Nick made shots called the Moustache Ride at our request. Unfortunately, it was terrible, but the rest of his creations were not. Afterward, we went to lay on the couch and watch the Stanley Cup playoffs. Now, I’m probably the most discreet and tactful person you know, so I don’t want to be too specific or anything. But just say you’re laying on your boyfriend’s lap intermittently dozing and watching hockey, and you’re wearing only a blanket and a smile, and then suddenly you’re on the floor minus the blanket, and hockey is still on but you’re not really watching anymore, and then right at a particularly critical and unbelievable well-timed moment, the announcer yells, “SCORE!!!!!!!”? Well I’m thinking if that were to have happened, it would be the best thing ever, and you wouldn’t be able to stop laughing about it today. Speaking of today, we’re going to make our triumphant return to pub quiz this evening. Look out, Keegan’s, you’re gonna be owin’ us some whiskey. Now to see if my website still exists so I can post this. I hope to see you again sooner than later, dudes! Jenni