Nov. 23rd, 2009 12:11 pm
Everybody loves Raja
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muckefuckI am well and truly worn out by my weekend of fabulousness. Yesterday was an absolutely gorgeous day to visit Oak Park. Standing around for an eternity on State Street like an asshole because I didn't realise the 147 stopped running earlier on Sunday than on every other day of the week? Not so awesome. Adjusting for that, getting back and forth between home and the PROP probably isn't as bad as I always tend to remember it being. (Oh, and speakin o my h0miez in tha OP, big shout out to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lhn for seeing to it that I made it to right places at the right times and to zompist for unaccountably valuing my opinions more highly than I do myself.)
Coming home to a kitchen in need of being cleaned up was also not exactly a butter-and-sugar sandwich, but it was the very least I could do to show my appreciation for the fantastic brunch the GWO masterminded. (I kept waiting for someone to ask what my contribution was so I could smile cheekily and say, "I ironed this one napkin!" Which would've been it had I not been pressed into service at the eleventh hour mixing the drinks and heating the tortillas.) He went from guarded naysaying to wholehearted embrace in the blink of an eye. I thought there might be enough clafoutis left over to take it with me to my next engagement, but it was destroyed. (This, my friends, in the bear dinner party effect in action.)
Damn, the bit left over could've been my breakfast!
In fact, I had so much excellent home cooking over the course of the weekend I'm not sure how I'll be able to stomach anything commercial during this brief bridge to the impending turkeypalooza. And can I just say I love how ex-colonials out-English the English? We even roasted chestnuts yesterday! Between those and the scones with clotted cream, I'm not sure how I had room for two kinds of pie afterwards, but I did. I'm kind of a hero that way.
The true surprise highlight to the weekend, however, was havingaadroma crash chez nous for a few hours. We had no idea he was coming into town for a birthday party and monshu has always wanted to interact with him for more than the thirty seconds of heavy groping that traditionally accompanies their rare and brief encountres at community events. He even brought in a special dictionary just to help him out with his scrolls. So many things to love about that! Such a shame I didn't get a chance to introduce him to my bar buddy Denis, who was intrigued by my descriptions of the breadth of erudition (as well anyone might).
Figuring there was an off chanceaadroma would know our brunch guests, I told him their names. Nothing. So I called up their profiles on Facebook. "Oh yeah, I know him," was his response to the first guy. When I clicked through to his lover, it was a rather more reserved response, followed by an amusing bathhouse confession. We immediately told the Old Man, who confided later, "I'm going to have a hard time not imagining them in that position while we're eating brunch."
Of course, now he'd put the image in my head, so I couldn't resist turning to the guest in question while passing the puerco en mole and casually remarking, "You'll never guess who we had over yesterday.aadroma!" Pause, flash of recognition. "I guess the the two of you belong to the same congregation." Pause, innocent batting of eyes, meaningful glance toward monshu.
lhn for seeing to it that I made it to right places at the right times and to zompist for unaccountably valuing my opinions more highly than I do myself.)Coming home to a kitchen in need of being cleaned up was also not exactly a butter-and-sugar sandwich, but it was the very least I could do to show my appreciation for the fantastic brunch the GWO masterminded. (I kept waiting for someone to ask what my contribution was so I could smile cheekily and say, "I ironed this one napkin!" Which would've been it had I not been pressed into service at the eleventh hour mixing the drinks and heating the tortillas.) He went from guarded naysaying to wholehearted embrace in the blink of an eye. I thought there might be enough clafoutis left over to take it with me to my next engagement, but it was destroyed. (This, my friends, in the bear dinner party effect in action.)
Damn, the bit left over could've been my breakfast!
In fact, I had so much excellent home cooking over the course of the weekend I'm not sure how I'll be able to stomach anything commercial during this brief bridge to the impending turkeypalooza. And can I just say I love how ex-colonials out-English the English? We even roasted chestnuts yesterday! Between those and the scones with clotted cream, I'm not sure how I had room for two kinds of pie afterwards, but I did. I'm kind of a hero that way.
The true surprise highlight to the weekend, however, was having
aadroma crash chez nous for a few hours. We had no idea he was coming into town for a birthday party and monshu has always wanted to interact with him for more than the thirty seconds of heavy groping that traditionally accompanies their rare and brief encountres at community events. He even brought in a special dictionary just to help him out with his scrolls. So many things to love about that! Such a shame I didn't get a chance to introduce him to my bar buddy Denis, who was intrigued by my descriptions of the breadth of erudition (as well anyone might).Figuring there was an off chance
aadroma would know our brunch guests, I told him their names. Nothing. So I called up their profiles on Facebook. "Oh yeah, I know him," was his response to the first guy. When I clicked through to his lover, it was a rather more reserved response, followed by an amusing bathhouse confession. We immediately told the Old Man, who confided later, "I'm going to have a hard time not imagining them in that position while we're eating brunch."Of course, now he'd put the image in my head, so I couldn't resist turning to the guest in question while passing the puerco en mole and casually remarking, "You'll never guess who we had over yesterday.
aadroma!" Pause, flash of recognition. "I guess the the two of you belong to the same congregation." Pause, innocent batting of eyes, meaningful glance toward monshu.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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I'm now very curious about this Denis gent now. I dare say, are you becoming a yenta?? ^_-
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Hon, I can hardly think of anyone I know in less need of a yenta than you. In fact, I truly can't understand how it is you two haven't met already given that even two degrees of separation is a stretch for the Chicago bear world. (As with most names here, "Denis" is a pseudonym.)