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Egads, I'm getting to be a once-a-week updater. It's been an eventful week, so forgive me, dear readers, for neglecting you.
On both Monday and Tuesday I failed to write my statement of purpose for Temple, thus assuring myself that I'd have to start their application all over again. Oh well. I will submit it in paper form with the rest of the stuff they request be mailed in hardcopy. I got paid on Wednesday and proceeded to procure the first nog of the season, which is delicious, though I didn't manage to find the oft-sought holiday edition Jones Soda that is supposedly carried at Fred Meyer. On Thursday I took a week off from dinner and The OC with Daevans and went home and napped for an hour before The OC instead. On Friday, David and I went to an antique shop, where I bought some awesome brown leather high heels for $12 and a pink lucite necklace from the 40s or 50s for $20. There were some absolutely gorgeous and amazing pale pale pale pink super high heels that were whispering sweet nothings in my ear and begging me to take them home with me, but I just couldn't do it ($32). Maybe next paycheck, though, as I can't get them out of my head. The line they create from the calf to the heel...oh, baby.
Anyway, David and I then went to the Wake, which was really hilarious this week, and then for post-Wake pints. We were joined by the recently returned Matty Fay and his faithful Mary, and the four of us departed for the movie theater. They were going to see Harry Potter, which was sold out by the time David and I looked into tickets, so we thought we'd see Walk the Line. That was sold out, too, as was everything else playing around 8PM, except Derailed, so we saw that. Derailed is really terrible. I went to the bathroom at one point and almost decided not to bother going back in. Afterward, we found out that Matt and Mary's show was oversold, so they hadn't even gone to Harry Potter, but instead had gone out to dinner, so we really saw this awful movie for no reason. Still, the whole thing was kind of hilarious.
Saturday brought the long-awaited premiere of Mr Scott J Ordway's full-length symphony, "Les Carnivalesques." In preparation for this momentous occasion, I spent the afternoon baking a flourless chocolate cake, which I haven't yet tasted, but it remains in Scott's freezer for the time being. The symphony was accompanied by some texts set to music and a string quartet, also written by Scott. Jesus Christ, to think that I know someone who has written a symphony, amongst other things, by the age of 21...I won't bore you all with my smooth analysis here, but there should be a review on my culture blog (shameless plug) later today. Sufficeth to say that the texts piece was formally and aesthetically impressing, if not my musical cup of tea, the string quartet was truly excellent, and the symphony, I felt, was extremely impressive and awe-inspiring. He did a very good job of writing music to tell a sort of abstract story, and, better yet, he obviously had the time of his life up there conducting.
After the symphony proper, we went to Scott's for a congratulatory celebration, to which Scott remarked his wedding would pale in comparison. For his sake, I hope that means that he won't get so drunk that his younger sister has to put him to bed rather early in the evening on his wedding night, as that's certainly what happened this time around. It was epic. I alone drank about two shots of bourbon, three point five shots of really quality vodka, a couple shots of Lillet, a large glass mug of wine, and an obligatory plastic cup of beer. Who knows how much Scott had, but he certainly deserved such a fine evening of well-wishing and revelry.
Note to Helena: I just went home and to sleep after leaving a conspicuously placed (eye-level above the toilet) note for Scott directing him to the cake in his freezer and a note on the cake itself suggesting that perhaps we will exchange housewares back someday.
Anyway, one of the great benefits of the evening was meeting an old friend of Scott's from high school who also goes to UPS and works at the Rosewood. She asked Scott in passing if he wanted a job cooking there, which he hastily declined, but I shouted "I do!" and we chatted for a while. I might go there for lunch with David today, and also to chat with the owner about hooking me up with a job. Let's hear it for fulltime work at $8/hr plus tips at the place I actually wanted to work in the first place! But I've got to get going if I'm going to do that today, as they close at 3:30 on Sundays. Sigh. Better call David.
On both Monday and Tuesday I failed to write my statement of purpose for Temple, thus assuring myself that I'd have to start their application all over again. Oh well. I will submit it in paper form with the rest of the stuff they request be mailed in hardcopy. I got paid on Wednesday and proceeded to procure the first nog of the season, which is delicious, though I didn't manage to find the oft-sought holiday edition Jones Soda that is supposedly carried at Fred Meyer. On Thursday I took a week off from dinner and The OC with Daevans and went home and napped for an hour before The OC instead. On Friday, David and I went to an antique shop, where I bought some awesome brown leather high heels for $12 and a pink lucite necklace from the 40s or 50s for $20. There were some absolutely gorgeous and amazing pale pale pale pink super high heels that were whispering sweet nothings in my ear and begging me to take them home with me, but I just couldn't do it ($32). Maybe next paycheck, though, as I can't get them out of my head. The line they create from the calf to the heel...oh, baby.
Anyway, David and I then went to the Wake, which was really hilarious this week, and then for post-Wake pints. We were joined by the recently returned Matty Fay and his faithful Mary, and the four of us departed for the movie theater. They were going to see Harry Potter, which was sold out by the time David and I looked into tickets, so we thought we'd see Walk the Line. That was sold out, too, as was everything else playing around 8PM, except Derailed, so we saw that. Derailed is really terrible. I went to the bathroom at one point and almost decided not to bother going back in. Afterward, we found out that Matt and Mary's show was oversold, so they hadn't even gone to Harry Potter, but instead had gone out to dinner, so we really saw this awful movie for no reason. Still, the whole thing was kind of hilarious.
Saturday brought the long-awaited premiere of Mr Scott J Ordway's full-length symphony, "Les Carnivalesques." In preparation for this momentous occasion, I spent the afternoon baking a flourless chocolate cake, which I haven't yet tasted, but it remains in Scott's freezer for the time being. The symphony was accompanied by some texts set to music and a string quartet, also written by Scott. Jesus Christ, to think that I know someone who has written a symphony, amongst other things, by the age of 21...I won't bore you all with my smooth analysis here, but there should be a review on my culture blog (shameless plug) later today. Sufficeth to say that the texts piece was formally and aesthetically impressing, if not my musical cup of tea, the string quartet was truly excellent, and the symphony, I felt, was extremely impressive and awe-inspiring. He did a very good job of writing music to tell a sort of abstract story, and, better yet, he obviously had the time of his life up there conducting.
After the symphony proper, we went to Scott's for a congratulatory celebration, to which Scott remarked his wedding would pale in comparison. For his sake, I hope that means that he won't get so drunk that his younger sister has to put him to bed rather early in the evening on his wedding night, as that's certainly what happened this time around. It was epic. I alone drank about two shots of bourbon, three point five shots of really quality vodka, a couple shots of Lillet, a large glass mug of wine, and an obligatory plastic cup of beer. Who knows how much Scott had, but he certainly deserved such a fine evening of well-wishing and revelry.
Note to Helena: I just went home and to sleep after leaving a conspicuously placed (eye-level above the toilet) note for Scott directing him to the cake in his freezer and a note on the cake itself suggesting that perhaps we will exchange housewares back someday.
Anyway, one of the great benefits of the evening was meeting an old friend of Scott's from high school who also goes to UPS and works at the Rosewood. She asked Scott in passing if he wanted a job cooking there, which he hastily declined, but I shouted "I do!" and we chatted for a while. I might go there for lunch with David today, and also to chat with the owner about hooking me up with a job. Let's hear it for fulltime work at $8/hr plus tips at the place I actually wanted to work in the first place! But I've got to get going if I'm going to do that today, as they close at 3:30 on Sundays. Sigh. Better call David.