Hangover of the Day Club
I think the worst kind of hangovers are the hangovers that accompany having eaten too much garlic the previous evening. This is because I cannot stop eating garlic when presented with the opportunity, and then the next morning I cannot shake the garlic aroma from my system and it becomes associated with my general nausea and malaise - the delicious smell of garlic thus makes me ill! In fact I occasionally think that I have garlic-overs from too much garlic without imbibing enough booze to cause harm to myself otherwise. Eh. I still cook with too much of it and I'll never change.
It was good that I planned today to be one spent entirely in the house, since I knew I would have a hangover as a result of properly ringing in the new year at tawdryjones' swinging pad along with faeryhead and rjwhite. We drunkenly picked out resolutions for one another and I have been made to resolve to learn how to drink gin martinis. Anyway, new year's day Philly is usually beset by suburbanites come to watch the Mummer's Parade, but instead there was eerie silence, accented by rain and a cloud cover so thick and complete that the streetlights outside our apartment never turned off today. I know because I woke up at quarter till noon. I don't know what happened to the suburbanites or the parade, but if this really is the first day of 2007 I wonder if this is the year time forgot. I hope it means I don't have to go to work! Ever again!
Chris and I returned on Friday from Los Angeles where we attended kayshabeast's wedding. It was absolutely lovely, the bride was beautiful, I maybe cried just a tiny bit and I certainly ate to excess of all the meat varieties offered me. I also met some wonderful new people in the form of the wedding party. One of the other brides-girls (who I had just met but liked very much), was going to tell me to hook up with this guy I was flirting with, despite knowing that I was married, except it turns out I had already married him so, whew. It was one of those situations where a person holds two contradictory ideas in mind without realizing it, or alternately (as her boyfriend teased her) we know a little more of her moral code than we did previously.
Excuse me, I have a garlic-rubbed pork roast and some turnips and parsnips to get out of the oven. I think I've really fallen for winter root vegetables. We will not speak of my garlic...problem. Hair of the dog, right.
Ps. Chris is right now trying to talk his little niece out of some ideas that are almost certianly going to lead to the death of her pet goldfish, but really those things die at the drop of a hat anyway so I say go ahead and get it a little castle to hide in, and she will learn valuable lessons about the circle of life and how the only way to keep a goldfish alive is to never take it home in the first place.
It was good that I planned today to be one spent entirely in the house, since I knew I would have a hangover as a result of properly ringing in the new year at tawdryjones' swinging pad along with faeryhead and rjwhite. We drunkenly picked out resolutions for one another and I have been made to resolve to learn how to drink gin martinis. Anyway, new year's day Philly is usually beset by suburbanites come to watch the Mummer's Parade, but instead there was eerie silence, accented by rain and a cloud cover so thick and complete that the streetlights outside our apartment never turned off today. I know because I woke up at quarter till noon. I don't know what happened to the suburbanites or the parade, but if this really is the first day of 2007 I wonder if this is the year time forgot. I hope it means I don't have to go to work! Ever again!
Chris and I returned on Friday from Los Angeles where we attended kayshabeast's wedding. It was absolutely lovely, the bride was beautiful, I maybe cried just a tiny bit and I certainly ate to excess of all the meat varieties offered me. I also met some wonderful new people in the form of the wedding party. One of the other brides-girls (who I had just met but liked very much), was going to tell me to hook up with this guy I was flirting with, despite knowing that I was married, except it turns out I had already married him so, whew. It was one of those situations where a person holds two contradictory ideas in mind without realizing it, or alternately (as her boyfriend teased her) we know a little more of her moral code than we did previously.
Excuse me, I have a garlic-rubbed pork roast and some turnips and parsnips to get out of the oven. I think I've really fallen for winter root vegetables. We will not speak of my garlic...problem. Hair of the dog, right.
Ps. Chris is right now trying to talk his little niece out of some ideas that are almost certianly going to lead to the death of her pet goldfish, but really those things die at the drop of a hat anyway so I say go ahead and get it a little castle to hide in, and she will learn valuable lessons about the circle of life and how the only way to keep a goldfish alive is to never take it home in the first place.