Jul. 31st, 2006 10:34 am
Hiding out
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muckefuckLazy, candy-ass weekend. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu suggested we cower inside while the landscape baked and steamed and I was too lame to refuse. Saturday was entirely a Lost Day, but it was bracketed nicely.
Friday night, we hooked up withbunj & e. for Pirates. (Bear Report: Kevin McNally [Gibbs] still looking delectable in those mutton chops. Kudos to whoever made the decision to take away Arenberg's [Pintel] shirt for the duration. And, so far, a welcome bucking of the Bears Always Die rule of thumb.) The whole thing made me really, really hungry for calamari; every time the kraken appeared, I was like, What I wouldn't do for 1,000 barrels of olive oil and a half-ton of paprika. Since avant-show dinner consisted of fast casual burritos for me and monshu and some measly scraps from Starbucks for our companions (thank you, Cubs traffic!), we ended up a jin ju so I could get my tentacles and everyone could get a big fruity drink.
Sunday night, the plan was to grill down on the deck and eat upstairs, but the west-side full-length windows greenhouse effect made the apartment less comfortable than the breezy shaded patio. Knowing thatmonshu had enough pork marinated for a sotni of Cossacks, I suggested we knock on the door of our across-the-hall neighbour. Well, whaddya know, new boyfriend! Total sweetheart, too. At his instigation, they'd made naranjillo ice cream with canned pulp from a local bodega and, lulo mio, was it to kill for! He has all the foodiness that the ex--a gorgeously stocky but hopelessly unadventurous Hoosier--lacked. At last, someone else who recognises the true natural superiority of pork! I'll have to give his family recipe for adobo a try one of these days, not to mention the technique of getting the Christmas turkey inebriated prior to slaughtering.
monshu suggested we cower inside while the landscape baked and steamed and I was too lame to refuse. Saturday was entirely a Lost Day, but it was bracketed nicely.Friday night, we hooked up with
bunj & e. for Pirates. (Bear Report: Kevin McNally [Gibbs] still looking delectable in those mutton chops. Kudos to whoever made the decision to take away Arenberg's [Pintel] shirt for the duration. And, so far, a welcome bucking of the Bears Always Die rule of thumb.) The whole thing made me really, really hungry for calamari; every time the kraken appeared, I was like, What I wouldn't do for 1,000 barrels of olive oil and a half-ton of paprika. Since avant-show dinner consisted of fast casual burritos for me and monshu and some measly scraps from Starbucks for our companions (thank you, Cubs traffic!), we ended up a jin ju so I could get my tentacles and everyone could get a big fruity drink.Sunday night, the plan was to grill down on the deck and eat upstairs, but the west-side full-length windows greenhouse effect made the apartment less comfortable than the breezy shaded patio. Knowing that
monshu had enough pork marinated for a sotni of Cossacks, I suggested we knock on the door of our across-the-hall neighbour. Well, whaddya know, new boyfriend! Total sweetheart, too. At his instigation, they'd made naranjillo ice cream with canned pulp from a local bodega and, lulo mio, was it to kill for! He has all the foodiness that the ex--a gorgeously stocky but hopelessly unadventurous Hoosier--lacked. At last, someone else who recognises the true natural superiority of pork! I'll have to give his family recipe for adobo a try one of these days, not to mention the technique of getting the Christmas turkey inebriated prior to slaughtering.