Gah. I don't feel like sleeping, but I gotta get up at 5:30 tomorrow.
Willow ,'Empty Places'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Saw Rent. Enjoyed muchly. Marrying Jesse L. if he lets me date Anthony Rapp occasionally.
Costco was empty by the time I got there to get Mom's drugs. Thank. fekkin. gawd.
-t, I think I'm going to hire you for next Thanksgiving. Those cornucopia are so cool, but I'd be too lazy to make them myself. Hee.
-t, I think I'm going to hire you for next Thanksgiving.
Not if I hire her first! -t, Martha has some awesome competition, that's for sure! Gorgeous food.
We made them out of a crazy vegan no butter bread dough. If I could use puff pastry I don't think they'd be very hard.
It looks like we are moving to the Bay Area. It came out tops in the Great Spreadsheet of Decisionmaking, so what can you do? Went and looked at a house in Vallejo today - it was nice, but small. We could live there if we kept some of our stuff in storage, definitely a temporary measure. Tomorrow we go see a duplex in Benicia. It's so nice to be able to move without a deadline, for once.
At the grocery store tonight they were discounting their smoked turkeys and their pre-cooked turkeys for 79 cents a pound.
The cheapest anyone in town was selling the frozen uncooked turkeys this week is 78 cents a pound.
We now have one smoked and one normal fully cooked turkey in the refrigamator.
~t, that is SO exciting. congratulations.
Bwahahahhahhahaahahahah.
We have even more leftover turkey than all y'all combined. Ok that's an exageration, but still... And yet we did not have to suffer the chorus of unhappy cats whilst it cooked.
Yet.
It looks like we are moving to the Bay Area.
Which means you're totally a Will Attend for the F2F in May! Woot! And congrats, girlie.
((((Raq's friends))))
(((Deena)))
It's lovely reading about the Thanksgiving preparations of my Bitches - and although I'm sorry that Jilli and Pete felt this TDay was a bit Bleah, I'm still cherishing the image of Jilli mixing chocolate martinis and smiling angelically while her mother unpacks utensils and hovers over the stove.
Dear merciful God, save me from Leftovers.
See how, in the World of Me, Weightloss likes carrots? I'm pretty damned sure that Weightloss DOESN'T like leftovers like sweetpotato casserole and stuffing. Or apple pie. Or apple crumble. Or custard. Or...
Oh, again, dear. Curse your pesky Ritual Sacrifice with Pie!
Props to Jars for making her neighbour Thanksgiving Dinner - that's a lovely thing to do. Go you. (Is he cute?)
My flatmate and I did not make dinner for all our American friends - but we did host dinner for 30 people or so (half again the number we were actually expecting...our upstairs neighbours sort of co-opted the event. Which is fair enough, as it's their holiday, but it did leave my flatmate wide-eyed and shell shocked at the fact that she didn't know most of the mass of people who were making themselves at home in her home. She hid outside in the hall with our friend K [the only person we'd actually personally invited] and watched everyone nervously). I made some vegetables, she made an apple crumble and custard, and we both contributed financially to the turkey. And yet still we have quite a lot of leftovers - even though 85 - 90% of the leftovers left the building last night with those who brought the dishes. Sigh.