Day: March 28, 2004

Dinner was most excellent.

The chicken was golden and tender and juicy, the soup like liquid velvet, the pasta salad nice zesty. All in all, one of my better meals :) It was very well received, and my sister loved it, so it was worth the effort. I still have mountains of dishes to do, but seeing as I *always* have mountains of dishes, that's not a big concern right now.

Today involves Ikea goodness, and then I'm making a batch of pasta sauce. Nummy! You're all invited for dinner :D

It's 5:30 pm and I just managed catch my breath today. It's my own damn fault, really, but still. It all started last night, when I went to a party at saucylaur's place. Now given that I didn't know anybody there, and I'd never actually even met the hostess, even showing up was a big thing for little ol' introverted me. Must mean I'm growing up, as the me of even a few years ago would never have had the chutzpah to have gone :D

I had a really fun time, and came back with a fridge magnet^†, some very interesting quotes^‡ and a bit of a hangover this morning :) Not a big one, as one of the good things about being an old fart is the ability to judge when you need to stop killing braincells, but advil was my friend this morning. It's been quite a while since I've been in that altered a state :P

That last part kinda hindered my morning, which made me late for other things, chief among them being cooking for Nat. I scrambled to do my groceries, my laundry, my dishes and get my stuffing cooked. Right now, the chicken is cooking away, and as soon as I finish writing this, I'll go start the pasta salad.

It's a beautiful day outside, all the windows in the apartment are opened, and it smells really good in my kitchen. Life is good.

† All part of my fiendish master plan
‡ Including, but not limited to, cooking eggs naked in the kitchen of a russian jew, beastial anal sex, vagina descriptions and a band called “ass attack”.