Cigars and Modelos make me miss Serio.
"That's the picture they'll use in ten years when they make Radiohead stamps."
That statement, coming lazily from someone I'd describe as Radiohead-neutral, is funny.
Yesterday was a good day. Had dinner and drinks and then ice cream with Gary George and his wife at some marina restaurant I'd have never gone to without this occasion. Had a cigar and drinks with Kevin Krueger. Tobaks are my favourite.
Today was a good day. Slept in til 1 because the 'gar I had last night was pretty wacktastic (at least I assume it was the cigar, since it made my lips feel prickly, and we each only had two bottles of Negra Modelo). Made Dudley breakfast in bed. Did nothing for hours. Made some bangarang crab rangoons/cream cheese won tons for part of our dinner because I ball that hard. Made chocolate-banana-pecan won tons for dessert with the leftover wrappers. Also, Golden Girls marathon on Hallmark channel.
The fact that Bill and I actually cook all of our food from scratch eases the "oh dear, the fried food" blow when we do actually have to fry something. It also helps that we don't fry our ish in like, Monsanto's Own partially hydrogenated lard substitute product.
Tomorrow will be a good day. Get my substitute teaching crap notarized and turned in. Finally get new running shoes. Then, we buy pumpkins! (when you're unemployed and just waiting for the year to end, you really must lower your standards in terms of what constitutes a productive day.)
Kevin had us watch a short film he was in last night. He played a dead man. I noticed his eye twitch during a close-up of him as a corpse but decided not to say anything. Well after I decided to hold my peace, his mom just casually dropped "your eye twitched" on him.
When he immediately denied the claim, "HAHAHA YES IT DID!" just erupted from my being. Apparently, I was the only bad guy in that situation.