Bakapaloooza and other muskateer adventures.
So the weekend went pretty well. "Pretty well" includes having a seizure and then being sick for the rest of the weekend (well, I'm still sick), but that's sort of becoming the norm, so I guess that still ranks as pretty well. Sort of pathetic, really, but we had a great time.
J2 wanted tacos, and what J2 wants, J2 gets. I make a mean homemade taco, so I cooked those up and we ate them while watching the Imposters (a fabulously random indie film that everyone should watch RIGHT NOW if they haven't seen it before.....totally not kidding about the urgency of that RIGHT NOW...). Kelly arrived from Into the Woods just as the movie was ending and we began the Bakapaloooza. And did we ever bake! The final tally was something like cupcakecones (cupcakes inside ice cream cones), seed cake, peach cake, honey cakes, chocolate chip cookies, muffins, fruit cake, wassail (which is not baked, but still very very good), and chocolate chip pudding (also not baked, but quite tasty). I may be forgetting something, for we baked for about two hours or so. Much of it is on film, because it got pretty silly.
J2's brother came downstairs, bringing his drunken entourage with him, and proclaimed that my wassail tasted as if Jesus himself had given me an apple to make it with. The rambling progressed into something about Eve and apple pie, I don't even remember. I'm so thankful we got it all on film.
We put on Monty Python's "Now For Something Completely Different" and did a couple of shots, which I really wish I hadn't of done, because maybe they had nothing to do with my seizure but hey, safer is better.
Marisa conked out ten minutes into the movie and none of us got more than five or six hours of sleep. We snacked on our baked goods the next day, which is good, because by Sunday, all but one muffin was gone, devoured by the drunken kids who live in J2's attic. ANGER! Lol, I want revenge! We spent a lot of time baking that stuff!
Drea and John came and stayed with me Saturday night, because I was shaking all over and was feeling tingly and didn't want to be alone after having a seizure. I got them addicted to America's Next Top Model (we watched a marathon).
Rehearsal sucked. Not anyone's fault, it was fun, but I felt like shit and really, in hindsight, having to work on the Doctor Venture dance wasn't the best idea in the world. I got home around 5:30 and passed out until 9, when Brian made me go to bed. I've been sick since then.
Honestly, enough is enough. I have to feel better sooner or later, right? Preferably sooner. This has been going on for almost a year now and I'm really rather tired of it. Plus, I refuse to miss the renaissance faire this weekend. I missed it two years in a row, and I'm not doing it again.
I hope more people come over this weekend and watch Sweeney Todd. Some people had talked of coming and then didn't and it made me really sad. Oh well. Those of us there had fun, and will have fun again, I'm sure.
J2 wanted tacos, and what J2 wants, J2 gets. I make a mean homemade taco, so I cooked those up and we ate them while watching the Imposters (a fabulously random indie film that everyone should watch RIGHT NOW if they haven't seen it before.....totally not kidding about the urgency of that RIGHT NOW...). Kelly arrived from Into the Woods just as the movie was ending and we began the Bakapaloooza. And did we ever bake! The final tally was something like cupcakecones (cupcakes inside ice cream cones), seed cake, peach cake, honey cakes, chocolate chip cookies, muffins, fruit cake, wassail (which is not baked, but still very very good), and chocolate chip pudding (also not baked, but quite tasty). I may be forgetting something, for we baked for about two hours or so. Much of it is on film, because it got pretty silly.
J2's brother came downstairs, bringing his drunken entourage with him, and proclaimed that my wassail tasted as if Jesus himself had given me an apple to make it with. The rambling progressed into something about Eve and apple pie, I don't even remember. I'm so thankful we got it all on film.
We put on Monty Python's "Now For Something Completely Different" and did a couple of shots, which I really wish I hadn't of done, because maybe they had nothing to do with my seizure but hey, safer is better.
Marisa conked out ten minutes into the movie and none of us got more than five or six hours of sleep. We snacked on our baked goods the next day, which is good, because by Sunday, all but one muffin was gone, devoured by the drunken kids who live in J2's attic. ANGER! Lol, I want revenge! We spent a lot of time baking that stuff!
Drea and John came and stayed with me Saturday night, because I was shaking all over and was feeling tingly and didn't want to be alone after having a seizure. I got them addicted to America's Next Top Model (we watched a marathon).
Rehearsal sucked. Not anyone's fault, it was fun, but I felt like shit and really, in hindsight, having to work on the Doctor Venture dance wasn't the best idea in the world. I got home around 5:30 and passed out until 9, when Brian made me go to bed. I've been sick since then.
Honestly, enough is enough. I have to feel better sooner or later, right? Preferably sooner. This has been going on for almost a year now and I'm really rather tired of it. Plus, I refuse to miss the renaissance faire this weekend. I missed it two years in a row, and I'm not doing it again.
I hope more people come over this weekend and watch Sweeney Todd. Some people had talked of coming and then didn't and it made me really sad. Oh well. Those of us there had fun, and will have fun again, I'm sure.