Sentences with phrase «break at dinner time»

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We are sorry it is so late for you Eastern folks, but we are trying to give the Pacific coasters a break since all the parties hit right at dinner time!

Tip: Take a moment to bask in your victories, whether it's special time with your child, a big break at work or a delicious dinner with a loved one, being aware and grateful will help you circulate the flow of positive energy.

I eat 2 times a day: i break my fast (after a fasted workout) around 2 PM and i eat dinner at 7 - 8 PM (and some fruit snacking in between) and then i fast again from 8 PM to 2 PM.

I put it in the crockpot around 2:30 p.m. during my lunch break at home and kept it on high... boyfriend came home before me around 5:30 p.m. and said it was practically done, turned it down to the «keep warm» button for another 25 mins, and it was ready for dinner by the time I got back home.

Small, incidental scenes contribute nifty insights and shading: the Post sends a young reporter up to New York to sneak into the Times offices to try to find out what Sheehan is up to; an elite dinner at Graham's home concludes when the men and women retire to different rooms, as if it were still 19th century England; when Sheehan's first Pentagon Papers story is set to break in the Times the next morning, it's none other than McNamara (Bruce Greenwood) himself who calls his old friend Graham to alert her.

At each dinner, a glass of vodka covered with a slice of black bread is put out for the deceased — a mirroring of the Russian tradition of breaking black bread when meeting someone for the first time.

After a much - needed hot tub break (Fernie is where they filmed Hot Tub Time Machine after all) we met up with a group for dinner at Cirque Restaurant.

(Please note — a surcharge will apply also for the times of the Nyepi festival in Bali, Easter break, compulsory Christmas dinner and New Years eve dinner, and Idul Fitri at the end of Ramadan.)

It's been confirmed that the next system software update and PSN Store update will take place on April 14th, just in time for those of us rushing to file our US Income Tax returns to be forced to take a break and try to track down that receipt for that business dinner at the «Thirsty Alligator House of BBQ».

They should set an alluring scene and at the same time, adapt to various meal engagements from formal dinners, to casual lunch breaks.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.