awkward
I zoomed into Walmart Friday to get a single picure printed while my bread pudding was in the oven for it's first 45 minute turn (both the pic and bread pudding are for the continuation of Tyler's birthday celebrations tonight...he turned 21 on Wednesday). On my way out this alternative/punk looking overly-tattooed dude stops me to see if I would "vote for him." I'm kinda caught off guard and let him lead me back into the Walmart entrance thingy to talk to me (because I'm dumb). He says something about getting in this thing to overcome his fear of public speaking. He gives me a folded laminated half page as his creditionals. I start looking it over, thinking "what did I get myself into? is he going to try to get me to buy magazine subscriptions? how long will this last? will my bread pudding burn?"
I'm still looking it over (it has his picture and name on it and says something about him earning a large sum of money if he gets a large sum of points) when he goes to sit down on a bench and starts talking. I don't sit down yet, because it's only been a few seconds and I'm trying to read the damn card and figure out what the heck is happening. He starts into his schpeel and gets through maybe half a sentance before popping back up, snatching the card from me and saying "never mind. forget about it." I'm (still) kinda disorientated and all "wha?" when he snidely says "If they don't sit down next to me, I don't talk to them."
I was still a little too shocked and confused to be angry about this guy grabbing me off the street, being all cryptic and misleading, wasting my time, and being rude to me when it was abruptly over. I just shrugged and walked out and to my car without looking back. I was relieved to be released from his clutches early and all...but still ugh. Way to make life a little less pleasant for no darn good reason, guy.
Despite crazy-walmart-dude, the bread pudding came out DELICIOUS. I made if for Tyler this summer and he specially requested it again for his birthday. I fiddled with the recipe this time (made it mostly organic and added rum!) around and I think it came out even better than before. I also made a vanilla rum sauce to go with it, in honor of the big 2-1. This time around, I used like 80% organic ingredients. So even if this dessert can give you diabetes just by looking at it (6.5 all butter croissants, 5 cups half and half, entire carton of eggs...) and can be in no way justified as healthy for your body, it's still slightly more healthy for the environment than your average treat (shut up, let me rationalize).
I want to cook more now. Ha, like I'll find the time.
Tyler's birthday went really well and he didn't even get sick. He did, however, get a really attractive hair cut. For serious, the boy looked GOOD.
Also, booze.
They're having a $10 "Spring Broke" sale at Threadless...so I finally got around to ordering some of the shirts I've been resisting (99 Luftballons and I Know An Old Lady Who Swalled a Fly). I ordered three shirts (A Caged Bird Dreams, Cookie Loves Milk, and Facial Hair Club For Men) and a hoodie (Yeah Attitude...best. hoodie. ever.) during their winter sale. Eventually I'll get around to taking pictures (because for every picture you post wearing a threadless shirt, you get $1.50 off your next purchase...it's pretty awesome). Threadless is such a cool site...I wish I wasn't totally tapped of artisitc ambition right now, or I'd totally submit stuff.
Work and class, man...what a life, eh?
I'm still looking it over (it has his picture and name on it and says something about him earning a large sum of money if he gets a large sum of points) when he goes to sit down on a bench and starts talking. I don't sit down yet, because it's only been a few seconds and I'm trying to read the damn card and figure out what the heck is happening. He starts into his schpeel and gets through maybe half a sentance before popping back up, snatching the card from me and saying "never mind. forget about it." I'm (still) kinda disorientated and all "wha?" when he snidely says "If they don't sit down next to me, I don't talk to them."
I was still a little too shocked and confused to be angry about this guy grabbing me off the street, being all cryptic and misleading, wasting my time, and being rude to me when it was abruptly over. I just shrugged and walked out and to my car without looking back. I was relieved to be released from his clutches early and all...but still ugh. Way to make life a little less pleasant for no darn good reason, guy.
Despite crazy-walmart-dude, the bread pudding came out DELICIOUS. I made if for Tyler this summer and he specially requested it again for his birthday. I fiddled with the recipe this time (made it mostly organic and added rum!) around and I think it came out even better than before. I also made a vanilla rum sauce to go with it, in honor of the big 2-1. This time around, I used like 80% organic ingredients. So even if this dessert can give you diabetes just by looking at it (6.5 all butter croissants, 5 cups half and half, entire carton of eggs...) and can be in no way justified as healthy for your body, it's still slightly more healthy for the environment than your average treat (shut up, let me rationalize).
I want to cook more now. Ha, like I'll find the time.
Tyler's birthday went really well and he didn't even get sick. He did, however, get a really attractive hair cut. For serious, the boy looked GOOD.
Also, booze.
They're having a $10 "Spring Broke" sale at Threadless...so I finally got around to ordering some of the shirts I've been resisting (99 Luftballons and I Know An Old Lady Who Swalled a Fly). I ordered three shirts (A Caged Bird Dreams, Cookie Loves Milk, and Facial Hair Club For Men) and a hoodie (Yeah Attitude...best. hoodie. ever.) during their winter sale. Eventually I'll get around to taking pictures (because for every picture you post wearing a threadless shirt, you get $1.50 off your next purchase...it's pretty awesome). Threadless is such a cool site...I wish I wasn't totally tapped of artisitc ambition right now, or I'd totally submit stuff.
Work and class, man...what a life, eh?