Apparently some people have formatting issues with my posts as they appear on Blogtimore. I was unaware there was a problem (dealing with paragraph breaks, I think?), as this is how my posts show up on Blogtimore:

I want to resolve the issue, but my inability to a.) see the problem and b.) know how to fix it, are hindering me. Guide me.

I drive out of my way to buy apple juice. Apple juice usually isn’t something I drink a lot of - I do tend to keep my fridge stocked with milk and water though. Anyway, a month and a half ago I picked up a jug of apple juice from the Giant Food in Hunt Valley, where I usually do my grocery shopping. It was like $2.59 or something. It was good, and I began buying it regularly.

For some reason I was in Lutherville and needed to do a grocery run, so I swung past the Giant on Ridgely Road. I shopped there for a number of years when I first lived in Towson, then continued down there when I moved up to Cockeysville. By the time I moved to Timonium I was pretty much making Hunt Valley my regular stop because it was just so much more convenient from work.

In any case, I went in to the Ridgely Giant a few weeks ago for the first time in probably about a year. I bought my milk, and bread, and cat food … and I came across an aisle cap filled with the same jugs of apple juice … but all marked at .99. Permanent price. Like, more than 50% off of Hunt Valley!

Anyway, since then, whenever I’m low on apple juice, I swing into Lutherville to buy them there. I mean, heck, I can buy five jugs for what two would cost me in rape-em-Hunt Valley. I was coming from work today so I took 83-south and exited on Timonium, then took Greenspring and a back road through the old-Costco/new-Circuit City & Borders parking lot to reach Ridgely Road.

And I was like, “Gosh, I wonder if she knows Borders is even here?” After all, they just opened a few scant weeks ago.

Last night on the way to the Happy Hour, she & her psycho-behind-the-wheel husband inquired if I’d read the new Harry Potter. Turns out they’re both super fans. He might even have a blow up doll of Hermoine tucked away somewhere. They’d left for Iceland before the new book had been published, and he was a little surprised she hadn’t picked up a copy on Tuesday after their return.

I meant to tell her that Borders had opened, but I forgot. So after I parked my car and walked into Giant, I called her and told her. “Borders is open!”

She was all, “Hooray! I can buy it now and geek out for the rest of the night!” That isn’t exactly what she said, but I could read the intent in her voice.

So anyway I did my shopping, loaded my cars up with grocery bags, and drove home. I usually try to avoid York Road as much as possible so my plan was to follow Ridgely Road to Eastridge and take that back up to Padonia. As I waited to turn on Charmuth (a shortcut between Ridgely and Eastridge), who do you think I saw intently determined to reach Borders and purchase Harry Potter & The Half-Blood Prince?

Yep. I waved. Don’t know if she saw me.

(I need to go put those groceries away now …)

There’s nothing like waking up five hours or so after you’ve passed out drunk and feeling “Wow, so this is what sober is like. I’d forgotten.” Actually, I was just surprised how it felt to not feel like I was walking on a clipper ship in the middle of a storm.

Anywaaaay …

Last night was the July Baltimore Blogger’s Happy Hour. I caught a ride with him and his wife. We left … I dunno … 5:40ish and got down to Nick’s like … 6:30? Traffic in downtown Baltimore sucked super ass. At one point a city bus next to us decided to blow its foghorn and essentially destroyed my hearing for the night. Later, preparing to turn onto 395, Neckbone leaned back in his seat as I gave him directions and bellowed, “We’ve gotta get on ninety-five? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why didn’t we just take ninety-five all the way down?”

Well, duh, you printed out the directions! I’m just telling you where to go, silly …

Anyway, we got down there in one piece, and walked into Nick’s wondering, “Are they inside or outside?”

Of course they were all outside on picnic tables. This is a decision we generally regretted later as it was hot and, um, spiders. Big spiders. There was one on my shoulder. This guy pointed that out to me and I shrieked like a girl and flicked it off in the general direction of other people who gave me dirty looks. Whatevah, I don’t pretend to like spiders.

Anyway, walking over to the group several hours earlier I quickly settled at a spot next to this dude who was engaged in chit-chat with a woman named Sally who is this guy’s wife and a frequent commenter on my blog (Common Wombat himself was home geeking out with a friend watching BSG). Hooray! Anyway, between the three of us there was much discussion of blogging, the horrors of Cockeysville, the lovely Cockeysville Target, felines, Battlestar Galactica, and my apparent outing of Anonymous Coworker in which I named him — by real name! — in a blog entry. (Upon returning home, I did a search for ACW’s real name in my search feature and found no actual outing, although perhaps it was made in comments).

(I almost accidently outed ACW here in my drunk post but I was somehow able to keep a clear enough mind and reason, “Waaaaaait, I can’t … I can’t use his real name here because then I’ll be outing him.”)

In any case, there was a decent turnout at the Happy Hour. I was excited to meet the afore-mentioned Sally for the first time as we had exchanged rather lengthy e-mails a few weeks prior on the subject of … well, felines, and fleas, and Cockeysville and other things which I don’t remember. Also present at the Happy Hour was eXtraheavyMarcellus who I always thought would be a lot scarier in real life. Seadragon, who was all, “I’m coming to drink, I’m coming to drink!” apparently got sick and cancelled. More beer for the rest of us.

(Speaking of that, as Neckbone had told me he was going to pick up my tab as a thank you for caring for his dog while they were away, I made progress through what he later told me was eight Woodchuck ciders. My goal had been ten.)

My memory gets fuzzy at this point, but I stole many cigarettes from Messy Hair Girl which is odd because I don’t smoke. Also present were the broads who planned the thing: Zenchick and Broadsheet, both of whom recieved many hugs.

I promised to buy the new Revenge of the Sith Darth Vader action figure for Jason, and Fool and I talked about something but alcohol has clouded my memory. I think she may have discussed her desire to shoot her boss, but don’t quote me on that. JWER was there, too. Epiphany and I had a long discussion about … something … but … hey, I can’t remember.

The biggest surprise was that this dude showed up without becoming to lost and going home to cry again and play with his pet wolf spider. There’s a photo of him on here somewhere, but you’ll have to look for it. He also brought his wife whose birthday is ten days after mine so we were all like, “Leos, yeah!” and he was like, “sniff”.

Anyway, group photo, faces blacked out because I don’t know off hand who does or does not want their faces posted …

Got a ride home with the same folks who gave me one down, and stumbling into my chilly apartment (I’d left the a/c on) I pretty much collapsed right on the floor and grabbed Guy into my arms. Tippy was smart enough to run when she heard me coming - Guy, on the other hand, I wound up clutching in my arms as I napped for about fifteen minutes. He was none too pleased about that.

Apparently I did some drunk blogging that I very vaguely remember. I’m impressed I was able to upload a photo, much less import it from the memory card and resize it. Apparently I didn’t adjust for the angle. Ooops.

So that’s it for me. I’m going back to bed, and if you were at the happy hour and I forgot you, e-mail me and I’ll put you on this post, and I apologize now for forgetting you! You’re very unforgettable and awesome.