Crap, I kept meaning to blog today, but other stuff kept coming up, and now it’s midnight and I want to go to bed. But. So:
Sometimes an awesome day is: waking up without the alarm but having it still be a fairly respectable 10:20 the morning after a super fun dinner party, then walking into a sunny living room; having Nutella toast and a milky coffee for breakfast, accompanied by the sweet, sweet sounds of the dishwasher and washing machine at work; turning down all social invitations, even though one of them was to go watch “Starsky and Hutch”; listening to the The Sounds album on repeat two-and-a-third times at the gym; reading several pages of a French book without once looking at the goddamn dictionary.
So my super fun dinner party with Jeff and Nikki and Kat and Matthew last night was super fun. This is what we drank: rum and lime juice, vodka and lime juice, sparkling water and lime juice. This is what we ate: pappadums; an avocado and mango salad; raita; a green curry with eggplant, ladies’ fingers, cauliflower, and boiled eggs; a red curry with chicken, broken straw mushrooms, and chickpeas; pratas, plain and onion; (oh, ha ha, that made me think of Sarah, plain and tall); an orange salad; mango and lemon sorbets; candied almonds; sweet dates. Mmmm. This is what we played: A 1978 “Family Feud” board game Jeff got off eBay. These are some things we said:
“Yes, yes, if you met him on Friendster, that was a date.”
“I mean, poo pie is a kind of pie that doesn’t contain fruit either, but that doesn’t make it one of the top seven pies America voted for.”
“Betty Ford comes in through the window!!!”
“Spaghetti comes in through the window!!!”
“A pony comes in through the window!!!”
“Law school, law school. What won’t you miss if you’re stuck on a desert island? Law school. What kind of pie doesn’t contain fruit? Law school pie. What comes in through the window? Law school. No, your rejection from Yale law school.”
“What d’you mean you sensed he had to pee, too? Was he saying, ‘Don’t make me laugh! Don’t make me laugh!’?”
“I didn’t know if I was supposed to hug him goodbye or kiss him or what—“ “So you just punched him in the stomach and ran away?”
“What the fuck kind of name is Captain Bee Fart?”
“Yay, we’re against the immigrant! We’re totally going to win!”
“Wait, he looked Midwestern, and was that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I’m wearing the same clothes as the pig!!!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you telling me the answers over the sound of your farting.”
Sometimes an awesome day is: waking up without the alarm but having it still be a fairly respectable 10:20 the morning after a super fun dinner party, then walking into a sunny living room; having Nutella toast and a milky coffee for breakfast, accompanied by the sweet, sweet sounds of the dishwasher and washing machine at work; turning down all social invitations, even though one of them was to go watch “Starsky and Hutch”; listening to the The Sounds album on repeat two-and-a-third times at the gym; reading several pages of a French book without once looking at the goddamn dictionary.
So my super fun dinner party with Jeff and Nikki and Kat and Matthew last night was super fun. This is what we drank: rum and lime juice, vodka and lime juice, sparkling water and lime juice. This is what we ate: pappadums; an avocado and mango salad; raita; a green curry with eggplant, ladies’ fingers, cauliflower, and boiled eggs; a red curry with chicken, broken straw mushrooms, and chickpeas; pratas, plain and onion; (oh, ha ha, that made me think of Sarah, plain and tall); an orange salad; mango and lemon sorbets; candied almonds; sweet dates. Mmmm. This is what we played: A 1978 “Family Feud” board game Jeff got off eBay. These are some things we said:
“Yes, yes, if you met him on Friendster, that was a date.”
“I mean, poo pie is a kind of pie that doesn’t contain fruit either, but that doesn’t make it one of the top seven pies America voted for.”
“Betty Ford comes in through the window!!!”
“Spaghetti comes in through the window!!!”
“A pony comes in through the window!!!”
“Law school, law school. What won’t you miss if you’re stuck on a desert island? Law school. What kind of pie doesn’t contain fruit? Law school pie. What comes in through the window? Law school. No, your rejection from Yale law school.”
“What d’you mean you sensed he had to pee, too? Was he saying, ‘Don’t make me laugh! Don’t make me laugh!’?”
“I didn’t know if I was supposed to hug him goodbye or kiss him or what—“ “So you just punched him in the stomach and ran away?”
“What the fuck kind of name is Captain Bee Fart?”
“Yay, we’re against the immigrant! We’re totally going to win!”
“Wait, he looked Midwestern, and was that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I’m wearing the same clothes as the pig!!!”
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you telling me the answers over the sound of your farting.”
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