If you have any Cointreau around the house, soaking either apples or peaches in it for a couple of hours first really ups the ante.

I might add some ginger to the spices, and maybe slivered almonds if you have them. Otherwise, sounds delish.

I put ginger in my apple crisp (I think Suzi gave me the idea, because the recipe didn't originally call for it), so I'm covered there. And I know there are slivered almonds in the pantry -- that sounds excellent.

I don't know how women who need the compression run with it-- I feel like I get less breath and that it encourages heartburn/cramping.

Because there are more important things than breathing, pretty much.

Oh, hey! The Hitachi wand! I'm just finishing watching a ten year old Bunny Ranch documentary. I'm glad they tag their shit, because telling me up front a section would involve "father and son" meant I could fast forward. Jesus, people. I like when life comes with content warnings.

Today I have to:

• tidy living room and bathroom
• show the apartment manager that there was water leaking into the light fixture (was taking the shell off so hard? Shit was half full of dirty water)
• get all the supplies I need for random art project (gift card yay!)
• read and evaluate paper on sickle cell patients
• not die

But it all starts with ablutions! Ablute away!

(I had an apricot this week. I know I've had apricots in stuff before, but I don't know if I'd ever eaten one. They look weird. Confusion was legion because it was the French guy giving it to me, and he wasn't too clear on what it was called either. Decently tasty, great level of ripeness.)

If you have any Cointreau around the house, soaking either apples or peaches in it for a couple of hours first really ups the ante.

That is so damn fancy! I think all I have is Wild Turkey 101, Crown Royal, and tequila. I don't think those are going to cut it.

Unrelatedly, we are getting ready to leave for the Pride parade and it just started raining. BOO. DO NOT WANT.

I think the theory is that a ground strike nearby could electrify the pool via the plumbing. I dunno. It's policy around here. I have read stories of people getting a shock in lakes when lightning strikes nearby, so...

The rain should cut down on the pollen, though.

We had most of a bottle left from a party, and I discovered soaking fruit in it is MAGIC. That's how I make my Super-Special Sangria tasty...once a year. Stuff is pricey.

Have fun at Pride!

I have to ablute. And change the litter box and clean my office, and research.

I think the theory is that a ground strike nearby could electrify the pool via the plumbing.

Huh.

I have to ablute, too. Because I'm getting hungry for lunch, and I'm going out for a burger, even though I should be eating the CSA food, because I'm going to a party tonight that is over dinner time, but does not actually have dinner. (I offered to bring a salad, but she's not planning for food that needs utensils.) Also the host is a vegan, and while I'm not really That Kind Of Person, I do think a salad for lunch would not cut it.

Belated birthday wishes, David! I'm glad it was happy--may that be a harbinger of a good year ahead.

Well, Pride started here last night. The real news is that it's supposed to be 85 here every day (yesterday hit 87!!!). Since we don't have A/C and mostly don't have to dress for that, everyone was wilting. I went dancing for a bit and barely danced because I kept getting all gross and sweaty. Luckily by the time I headed over to the lesbian bar the sun had set and it was a bit cooler, though still much warmer than we're used to. Every year they set up fences to block off the whole street next to and in front of the bar, and have a huge party. Which is awesome for people watching. But the universe was HATING on me, because every time I turned around I saw the recent ex. Like, EVERY TIME. And not deliberately on either of our parts. Even though I had other friends I knew were there who I only saw like, twice the whole night even though I was looking for them! When my friend J and I left, we realized we were all of 20 feet behind Ex and the girl she was holding hands with, so we took a different route down another block...and still ended up walking past them two blocks later because they had turned! Grrr. Also, apparently she's telling people SHE broke up with ME, in order to date some other girl. Wow.

Ugh. Today is the street festival, which I need to mosey over to soonish (I had to go BUY shorts yesterday so I'd have something to wear!), and later the dyke march and more hanging out at the bar... tomorrow the parade...

Also, I am on a diet (Day 3! Yesterday was good except for the big can of Strongbow I had at the bar...but I had to drink something!), but would like Steph's peach cobbler to be sent to me via intertubes--that takes all the calories out right?