I drank and ate my weight in the last week, so am currently in detox mode. Sadly, I am realizing that I am also alot less interesting while detoxing. But if you choose to waste your weekend and life indoors, drunk, and alone, then who am I to judge? Am I doing this validation thing right?
If it helps, Nom and I are fighting over you in the meet-up thread! *winks and makes blow-job motions at you*
But but but...football! (I have actually left my apartment plenty this weekend, guys. It was a joke.)
Uh huh, sure you did. We're here for you, homie. Drinking and watching TV is more fun than reading about the secularist bias of (the study of) international relations, anyway.
Made an amateur mistake while sighting in my hunting rifle today. Got my face a little too close to the scope and when I pulled the trigger I got a nice hit to the forehead. Now I have a cute half-moon slice right between my eyebrows. Boo.
Today, I've made some fettuccine in carbonara sauce, roasted some red peppers, and have six lamb shanks braising in the dutch oven. I've also gone grocery shopping for all these things. I have done zero internship paperwork as of yet. I'm in fine form for a Sunday. Least I got to watch the grand prix. It's not really a Sunday without an F1 race.
Baseball on a Sunday in all you can eat seats. How the fuck do I get any more American than that? Now dinner with my best friend and a deliciously decadent dessert.
Being in the city today was odd. I had a couple of hours to stroll around between my volunteering plan and my jazz plan and after a block or two I actually slowed to a halt because my Spidey senses were tingling and I knew something was weird. Then I realized that no one was honking. I didn't hear a single honk all day. I didn't hear anyone screaming at each other or yelling about anything. It was so eerily quiet. Everyone was being all nice and polite. I had one of those silent exchanges with a taxi driver when I was trying to cross the street that was like "No, you go. No, YOU! No, I insist, you go." WITH A TAXI DRIVER. *Twilight Zone music* The jazz thing I went to was Marjorie Eliot's, which has been happening for twenty years but I wasn't cool enough to know about it until this weekend. It's this little old lady who hosts a small jazz performance every single Sunday in her living room, and it was the most beautiful evening. I kept getting all emotional because, holy crap, I love living in this city.
Doesn't sound like you got your money out of the former. Has anyone been to one of those murder mystery party type things before? I'm going to one where no booze will be involved and I don't know anyone, so I am hoping they are sort of fun.
Basketball starts up again tomorrow, which is sweet. I'll be at the gym 4 days every week, and probably up to 6. leggooooooo Kinda pumped for the first game tomorrow. Everybody thought (myself included, actually) that I was a pretty big reach for when I was picked in the draft. Which means that I'm motivated to add an MVP, because fuck them (and me, actually).
I want to shit on the face of Budweiser for the commercial they just aired. Fuck you, InBev. Seriously. Fuck you.
Andy Whitfield is dead. That really, REALLY sucks. Talk about a great star of the future stolen away.