Emchap's Shit from the Internet 03/27/19 🍠
I am writing this from the lobby of a very fancy hotel in Lisbon, Portugal, where I am attending a Work Event. I am of course very lucky, but also very tired, because these sort of events are across the board essentially a week-long adult summer camp full of booze and workplace politics. I have eaten my weight in Portuguese pastry and want to take a million naps.
One of the weird things about being a strange little work from home goblin is that this is the first time I've met the majority of my coworkers in person, including the two on my team who live in my town. This hit home when I was at the airport (three hours early, as I do) checking in for my flight, and heard a shouted "Emily" behind me—I turned around, and one of my other coworkers was checking in in the other line (which made me feel comforted about the time I'd rolled up to LAX). I was trying to figure out why she looked so strange to me when I realized that I'd never seen her in true 3D before, and had not really had much of an idea as to how tall she was.
Because we were on the same flights out to Lisbon (an overnight hop to London, four hours in Gatwick, and then a jump to Lisbon), we got to keep each other company as our sanity slowly unraveled in the way that it does over a 36 hour journey without much REM sleep happening. There was a moment in the Gatwick waiting area where I realized that neither of us had said a coherent sentence in ten minutes and burst into laugh-sobs.
But: we made it here, and it's been an interesting few days, and I got to take a funicular. I am excited about all of that, and have enjoyed learning all about Portuguese banking due to a SIM card incident that Does Not Deserve To Be Talked About. I am excited to go home in a few days.
Shit to read
Lauren Duca is maybe a grifter.
This couple got married after two weeks and their love story made me go "awww".
Serving is skilled labor.
Cat Marnell pays taxes now and I LIVE FOR THIS CONTENT. (Any former xoVain readers out there?)
The Conways' whole thing is bananas to me.
This article comforted me.
Yes good grift content.
I live for vegan YouTube drama.
This is very wholesome B99 slash content.
Shit to eat
Fly to Lisbon.
Following along with a coworker who swears she saw something on Anthony Bourdain, wander down a big hill.
Stop in a souvenir shop.
Stop in another souvenir shop.
And a third.
Debate buying some sunglasses but decide against it because spending gives you anxiety.
At the bottom of the hill, pass the gauntlet of sales dudes who try to sell you things in English and—after a tentative pause—Russian.
Go to the shop with the giant line of tourists outside of it, and when you get to the front, pay the nice man two euros for a shot glass of what is functionally cherry vermouth.
Drink it in the street, spilling half of it on your shoe, and continue along the way.
Shit to listen to
This is a dope playlist of Portuguese music.
Shit to buy
I so profoundly want these overalls.
Mod cookie monster!
The official clothing of luxury gay space communism.