Thursday, February 23, 2012

Old reads by Lois Duncan and Joan Lowery Nixon.

Last night, I'd been trying to remember a book I read back in highschool. So I did a little bit of googling because I had forgotten the title of the book, and ended up finding not just the one I was looking for, but another that I remember reading and enjoying so much that I checked it out twice from the school library.

A Deadly Game of Magic by Joan Lowery Nixon.

Down a Dark Hall by Lois Duncan.
Ahhh, classics! Do people still write young adult suspense like this anymore? I wonder if my old highschool still carries VC Andrew novels. I read the shit out of all of them back in the day...
Anywhoo, I wanted to order both with the covers I remember from waaaaayyyy back when I first read them, so I went to BN online to look for used library copies. And I have a BN coupon, so I thought I'd get a good deal. But when I tried to use my coupon, I kept getting "coupon code invalid". What the fizzity-uck?! Meh. I don't want new copies, cuz I just want two books, but two books don't make me eligible for free shipping, and I want the original covers (I'm old school like that) and I don't want to spend more than $1 for each (I'm cheapo like that.) so....I went to Amazon instead. I got Down a Dark Hall for my Kindle, and sent for a used copy of A Deadly Game of Magic.
Suddenly, I'm thinking about all the other suspense/horror books I read back in high school. I wasn't into R. L. Stine, though I read a handful of his early Point Horror books like The BabySitter I and II. I remember a particular series of books, early 80's, different stories, all of them having a female protagonist, blah, blah. Wish I can remember the name of the series!

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Presidents' Day Weekend without a President in sight.

The Hubs and I decided to celebrate our Not-Wedding anniversary during Presidents' Day weekend in Austin. Since I had just signed up with the Starwood program and have delusions of free nights spent at the W Hotel, I made reservations at the Aloft Hotel at the Domain, where there's a lot of shopping and a few good eats.

The Hubs savoring the start of a nice, long weekend.

I almost nicked this clock. It's too retro-cute!

Anywhoo, our first night in Austin, Will surprised me with a nice dinner at a small French brasserie called Justine's situated in the middle of an industrial/ghetto district. From outside, in the dark, I could only make out the neon sign, and immediately thought, "Oh great, it's a biker bar. Happy anniversary to me.". But after actually getting out of the car and walking up to the place, I saw immediately that it was more than that. We were terribly early, but according to the host, because the place doesn't take reservations, it doesn't get busy until 7pm. The inside of the restaurant was nice and dimly lit, very romantic and all. The food was seriously, seriously GUD. The creme brulee was the best foodgasm my mouth ever had. Will says I oughta trust him more. Yep.

Okay, Saturday morning, around 5 am, Will and I woke up to the hotel fire alarm! Hoping that it would stop after awhile, I stayed in bed. But it wouldn't stop, and there were people shouting in the hall, so I pulled my ass out of bed and started pulling on my jeans. The Man was already grumbling about never staying at the Aloft again. I only got my jacket and purse, stuffing all the small important things into it. We left our room and followed a bunch of other guests down the fire exit. Some poor party girls had left their rooms without shoes on, only to step out into the cold, wet back area of the hotel. Will and I went straight to the parking lot and sat in our car for thirty minutes, watching the fire trucks pull in. As far as I could see, there was no smoke or fire coming out of the hotel, and after a while we went back in. Later on, I found out from the dude behind the reception counter that some idiot thought it would be absolute fun to pull the fire extinguisher off the wall on his floor and mess around with it. Pulling it off the wall was enough to set off the damn alarm. Well, that's good and all. I hope he enjoys paying off the misdemeanor fine, oh, and the fines for all six fire trucks that responded to the alarm.

Ugh. It was already six in the morning when we got back to our room, and I couldn't go back to bed.
Tea service at The Steeping Room makes everything better. Clotted cream on scones, mmmmmmm....

The Domain. If it hadn't been raining all weekend, this outdoor fireplace would have been ablaze at night.

Sushi dinner at the Mikado.

We couldn't cap off Saturday night without going to Sixth Street.

Hello. Greetings from the Blind Pig Pub.

Will tipping the entertainment at the Bat Cave.

We ended up partying there. I bet we were the only 30-somethings there on the dance floor. We so love the young folk.

Woke up late the next morning. I don't know why the Long Island ice teas taste so much better at the Blind Pig Pub!
Anywho, one last hurrah before the drive back to Killeen.
Hello, Salt Lick!

Now I know why this place is such a big deal. Look at that plate o' meat!

I'd probably stay at the Aloft again. The Hubs, er...

Monday, February 13, 2012

Weekend Yays & Nays

First, the Yays:

- Mini shopping spree for home essentials, like new sheets and stuff.
- Mini shopping spree for ME essentials, like new jeans from Old Navy, 'cuz getting old means conceding to gravity and giving up super low-rise denim.  Your muffin top will thank you.
- Marathon viewings of Midsomer Murders and Mystery Science Theater 3000 on Netflix streaming.

And now, the Nays (boo):
- The Woman In Black with Daniel Radcliffe.  If the dude had acted more frightened, maybe I would have been more frightened!  The Hubs did a funny impression of Daniel Radcliffe that pretty much summed up his entire performance in the film.  I did enjoy the novelty of his character being widowed and caring for his young son, but that's just my non-existent maternal side manifesting itself.