Party, with a side of Gay Satan
Went to a par-tay on Saturday. My friends are a little weird, and sometimes the parties are themed. This was THE GUNSLINGER POTLUCK. You were supposed to bring a vegetarian or vegan dish and come dressed as an outlaw.
Well, the best I could muster for such a thing was wearing my hideously punnish shirt with a "pie-rat" on it, along with my bandanna and old-coin-looking earrings to be slightly piratey. I brought baked apples and banana muffins.
Avi was a lovely host as usual. So many cool friends were there--Steph, Gary, Eric (can't forget my ride pimp!), David and Candice, Heather and Amin, Vi, um . . . I think I forgot who else. Heh. I started sneezing almost immediately because of Catness. Apparently this whole cat allergy thing is pretty recent. I'm not sure where it freaking came from. I wasn't allergic to cats when I was a kid. And actually, I didn't have a bit of a problem at Meg's house despite there being THREE cats there and staying for like a week when I came for her wedding and baby-sat her daughter while she was on the honeymoon. Hang on, I stayed at Jessica's a couple years back and she had, what, seven? nine? cats. . . . So, wtf? (Maybe it's just a particular KIND of cat I'm allergic to and I keep getting unlucky?)
Now we come to today's lesson. Don't take other people's prescription drugs at parties. Don't do it!
I guess it was Amin who offered me a "sample" dose of whatever he used to take for allergies. One tiny pill. I took it, and the cat went upstairs, so some combination of those two things appeared to be enough to stop the sneezing.
There was a pile of stuff--mainly electronics, but lots of stuff--that was free for the taking because LutzHaus folks were trying to get rid of it. I put myself in the pile. Nobody wanted to take me home though. Perhaps I am too high maintenance.
We ate. I ate way too much. There was a rather hideous concoction from Avi. He decided to make brownies, but instead of making them like a normal person, he made them with black beans. I was impressed by the creativity. I was not impressed by the taste, I'm afraid. Some of the people at the par-tay liked it though. I had the usual pita and vegetarian lasagna and hummus and cookies, plus my contributions. I ate three evil tiny cupcakes.
One of the dishes made by someone in LutzHaus was being discussed, and I swore I overheard someone saying that one of the ingredients was "Gay Satan."
I was like "Whaaa?"
Turns out yes, they were saying Gay Satan. It is a hot sauce that comes in a bottle featuring a rather effeminate devil pointing at you seductively. I'm sure he was not supposed to look incredibly gay, but he totally looks like Gay Satan. I don't know what the name of the brand is, but Avi and the others in his place refer to the actual condiment as "Gay Satan" instead of hot sauce, and they'll be like "Yeah, this needs a little Gay Satan."
OMG. LOL.
Then freaks started playing DDR in the other room and of course I had to go kill everyone. I guess Avi had told everyone I was very good at DDR, and then when I proved it someone was like "IIIIIIvy, your reputation precedes you!" Mmyes!
Except. Then the bad headache that had been annoying me got really really bad and I had to lie down. And then I got nauseous. And had to just lie there and be sad. And finally everyone got worried that I was actually going to die because I took someone else's drugs. Eric took me home, where I went to bed quickly and slept for twelve hours and when I woke up on Sunday I was fine. ::shrug::
I was so sad I couldn't stay for more evil food and more DDR killing. :(
Well, the best I could muster for such a thing was wearing my hideously punnish shirt with a "pie-rat" on it, along with my bandanna and old-coin-looking earrings to be slightly piratey. I brought baked apples and banana muffins.
Avi was a lovely host as usual. So many cool friends were there--Steph, Gary, Eric (can't forget my ride pimp!), David and Candice, Heather and Amin, Vi, um . . . I think I forgot who else. Heh. I started sneezing almost immediately because of Catness. Apparently this whole cat allergy thing is pretty recent. I'm not sure where it freaking came from. I wasn't allergic to cats when I was a kid. And actually, I didn't have a bit of a problem at Meg's house despite there being THREE cats there and staying for like a week when I came for her wedding and baby-sat her daughter while she was on the honeymoon. Hang on, I stayed at Jessica's a couple years back and she had, what, seven? nine? cats. . . . So, wtf? (Maybe it's just a particular KIND of cat I'm allergic to and I keep getting unlucky?)
Now we come to today's lesson. Don't take other people's prescription drugs at parties. Don't do it!
I guess it was Amin who offered me a "sample" dose of whatever he used to take for allergies. One tiny pill. I took it, and the cat went upstairs, so some combination of those two things appeared to be enough to stop the sneezing.
There was a pile of stuff--mainly electronics, but lots of stuff--that was free for the taking because LutzHaus folks were trying to get rid of it. I put myself in the pile. Nobody wanted to take me home though. Perhaps I am too high maintenance.
We ate. I ate way too much. There was a rather hideous concoction from Avi. He decided to make brownies, but instead of making them like a normal person, he made them with black beans. I was impressed by the creativity. I was not impressed by the taste, I'm afraid. Some of the people at the par-tay liked it though. I had the usual pita and vegetarian lasagna and hummus and cookies, plus my contributions. I ate three evil tiny cupcakes.
One of the dishes made by someone in LutzHaus was being discussed, and I swore I overheard someone saying that one of the ingredients was "Gay Satan."
I was like "Whaaa?"
Turns out yes, they were saying Gay Satan. It is a hot sauce that comes in a bottle featuring a rather effeminate devil pointing at you seductively. I'm sure he was not supposed to look incredibly gay, but he totally looks like Gay Satan. I don't know what the name of the brand is, but Avi and the others in his place refer to the actual condiment as "Gay Satan" instead of hot sauce, and they'll be like "Yeah, this needs a little Gay Satan."
OMG. LOL.
Then freaks started playing DDR in the other room and of course I had to go kill everyone. I guess Avi had told everyone I was very good at DDR, and then when I proved it someone was like "IIIIIIvy, your reputation precedes you!" Mmyes!
Except. Then the bad headache that had been annoying me got really really bad and I had to lie down. And then I got nauseous. And had to just lie there and be sad. And finally everyone got worried that I was actually going to die because I took someone else's drugs. Eric took me home, where I went to bed quickly and slept for twelve hours and when I woke up on Sunday I was fine. ::shrug::
I was so sad I couldn't stay for more evil food and more DDR killing. :(