So Are We Gonna, Like, Spoon or Something?
I survived a week at home, mostly by staying at my mom's and rediscovering the joy of having cable. Christmas was profitable: Not only did I get Mastering the Art of French Cooking, I got a shiny new Le Creuset skillet to go with it. And a whole bunch of other stuff. And I had Hanukkah too, though we're very bad Jews who don't manage to light the candles every night. I mean, no wonder I love bacon: we can't even take five minutes to light the menorah for a few days each year.
My sister brought her boyfriend's cat back with her as apparently he hasn't told his parents he got a kitten. Now, I hid (and still hide) all sorts of things from my parents but in the grand scheme of things "Mom and Dad, I got a cat" seems pretty innocuous. But what do I know - maybe he is from one of those cat-eating families on Long Island. Anyway, the cat is maybe four pounds and is very cute but has that habit that cats have of totally disregarding such human commands as "get off the counter!" and "for fuck's sake, the plant is not a litterbox!" But I like her because she totally rules over the dog, who I've never liked. Anyway, as proof of both cuteness and misbehavior I offer this photo of the kitten in the fridge, happily residing in a nearly-empty 12-pack of Molson:
Conversation with my sister while she was introducing me to the crack-like mind-numbing phenomenon that is Laguna Beach:
"They, like, totally go on really nice dates all the time on this show."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like, you know, dinner and stuff."
At which point we both start laughing since apparently neither us goes to dinner, at least not with boys that are, you know, actually taking us out to dinner.
I spent New Year's Eve at Kathy's NYE/going-away party and got drunk on no less than four different types of alcohol. Not a bad way to start the year, I guess. On my drive home the next morning, I saw a horse in a yard by her house and then ran into the Mummers parade and despite living here a few years I still don't get Mummers at all. The horse, the freaks, and the raging hangover made it a rather surreal morning. Here's to more randomness.
My sister brought her boyfriend's cat back with her as apparently he hasn't told his parents he got a kitten. Now, I hid (and still hide) all sorts of things from my parents but in the grand scheme of things "Mom and Dad, I got a cat" seems pretty innocuous. But what do I know - maybe he is from one of those cat-eating families on Long Island. Anyway, the cat is maybe four pounds and is very cute but has that habit that cats have of totally disregarding such human commands as "get off the counter!" and "for fuck's sake, the plant is not a litterbox!" But I like her because she totally rules over the dog, who I've never liked. Anyway, as proof of both cuteness and misbehavior I offer this photo of the kitten in the fridge, happily residing in a nearly-empty 12-pack of Molson:
Conversation with my sister while she was introducing me to the crack-like mind-numbing phenomenon that is Laguna Beach:
"They, like, totally go on really nice dates all the time on this show."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like, you know, dinner and stuff."
At which point we both start laughing since apparently neither us goes to dinner, at least not with boys that are, you know, actually taking us out to dinner.
I spent New Year's Eve at Kathy's NYE/going-away party and got drunk on no less than four different types of alcohol. Not a bad way to start the year, I guess. On my drive home the next morning, I saw a horse in a yard by her house and then ran into the Mummers parade and despite living here a few years I still don't get Mummers at all. The horse, the freaks, and the raging hangover made it a rather surreal morning. Here's to more randomness.
4 Comments:
So, did you, like, spoon?
oooo, jealous of the French cooking book...and frightened at the thought of how much butter and cream we would consume if we were still roommates...
Speaking of, was there a recipe for that gnocchi/bacon/ricotta thing? Can I have it?
--Jessy
There was, like, spooning. I think it added to the surreal quality of the morning. The whole thing was very odd.
Jessy: butter, cream, and oh so much bacon. And annual bad-Jew seders with wine and salty meat.
Priceless photo.....
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