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friday- went to see memoirs of a geisha with the justinbird. it used to be one of my favorite books when i was younger, it wasnt as good as the novel, but it was still quite good. it had some beautiful scenery (parts of it were filmed in san francisco), but we sat in the front fucking row, so i was looking down through a good portion of it, as to prevent my neck from snapping. i would like to see it again, from a more comfortable vantage point.
saturday- we lazed about for most of the day, and then headed to my moms house for a tree trimming extravaganza. and by extravaganza, i mean, me, my mom, justin, our cats, and a whole lotta xmas tree trimmin'. we listened to xmas music, decorated our hearts out, snarfed delicious eats, and generally had a wholesome good time. we also discovered that my mom had 7 or 8 bottles of 1989 Raymond Hill Chenin Blanc wine, all a breathtaking brown color. we decided to chill some, and pour ourselves a glass. said wine turned out to smell like brandy, and taste like sewage. i am still wondering why this wine tasted so foul? does white wine go bad after a while? i thought wine got better with age? anyways, after arriving back at biscuitland, we decided to go to the soiree downstairs. i fell in love with blueberry mead, and had a wonderful night filled with accordions, absinthe, and good conversations.
(SIMPLY HAAAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIIIME!!)
sunday- more lazing, then brunch (dinner?) at jimmy beans in berkeley. we then worked on random projects at justins house, then settled into bed to watch alien. it basically kicked lots of ass.
this is finals week, and i am feeling the pain of my procrastinating ways. oy vey. i suppose i should be researching the various cuisines of iceland right now. mmmm, putrefied shark meat.
yes.
saturday- we lazed about for most of the day, and then headed to my moms house for a tree trimming extravaganza. and by extravaganza, i mean, me, my mom, justin, our cats, and a whole lotta xmas tree trimmin'. we listened to xmas music, decorated our hearts out, snarfed delicious eats, and generally had a wholesome good time. we also discovered that my mom had 7 or 8 bottles of 1989 Raymond Hill Chenin Blanc wine, all a breathtaking brown color. we decided to chill some, and pour ourselves a glass. said wine turned out to smell like brandy, and taste like sewage. i am still wondering why this wine tasted so foul? does white wine go bad after a while? i thought wine got better with age? anyways, after arriving back at biscuitland, we decided to go to the soiree downstairs. i fell in love with blueberry mead, and had a wonderful night filled with accordions, absinthe, and good conversations.
(SIMPLY HAAAVING A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS TIIIME!!)
sunday- more lazing, then brunch (dinner?) at jimmy beans in berkeley. we then worked on random projects at justins house, then settled into bed to watch alien. it basically kicked lots of ass.
this is finals week, and i am feeling the pain of my procrastinating ways. oy vey. i suppose i should be researching the various cuisines of iceland right now. mmmm, putrefied shark meat.
yes.