My cellphone is broken. No, my voicemail is broken. This is making me very sad. At some point Friday night (I'm thinking -no, hoping - it was after a few triple gins and not before because then at least I have an excuse) I tried to check my voicemail. The club was really loud, though, and I was a bit, erm, tipsy so I was unsuccessful. It turns out that my seemingly random button-pushing was, in fact, some sort of magic code that turned my voicemail from a user-friendly (well, Hillary-friendly) English-speaking entity into a frustrating, Cantonese-speaking DEVIL. Saturday morning, when I checked my voicemail, I had the biggest WTF moment I've had in a while. I think the hangover exacerbated the level of wtf-ness. It's really disconcerting to call a number that you are familiar with and have a completely different outcome than what you're used to. It would be like calling your parents' number and having a complete stranger answer the phone. It throws you off. Anyway, I can still check my voicemail because I know the pattern. Call my voicemail, enter my password, press 1 to listen to messages, 4 to repeat, 7 to delete, 9 to save. Fine. But I don't know the pattern for changing my personal options. I don't know how to switch my voicemail back to English. I know that I can take my phone back to the store where I got it and get someone to help me. I just feel like such a dumbass. I can't be the only person this has ever happened to, right?
Yesterday's Festival of S activity was a yummy meal of bbq chicken, tomato salad and garlic bread. This pushed back our painting schedule but we still managed to finish. Our bathroom is now Distant Mountain. The paint chip is a greyish green but our bathroom is looking a bit minty right now. I'm hoping it dries darker. I really wanted to paint the bathroom red but I was dissuaded by the fact that red paint required 4 coats. I can't commit to 4 coats of paint. I couldn't deal with my bathroom being out of commission for an entire week. It's only been 2 days of applying makeup in the kitchen and I'm already going a bit batty.