Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Sunday, September 03, 2006
What a lovely evening

It’s cool enough to have the windows wide open, the crickets are chirping, and I just finished putting together the boys’ between-set CD I said I would make them when I decided the ones they played last time didn’t rock my socks. I think it’s cool, you see, as does this guy, whose advice on putting together a good mix CD I sought earlier this week, but I’m sure Lenny will hate most of it. I told him so, too. Being their No. 1 fan outside of their wives, though, comes with privileges, like being able to give input without getting punched in the face.

The rest of my evening, meanwhile, was spent at a bio-fam Labor Day get-together with enough food to feed Nambia (such as this which ohmiGOD, were they freakin’ good) and excellent company (aka no fighting, snubbing or otherwise making each other uncomfortable—a plus in our ‘hood). Then Bee-Dubs and I spent about an hour and a half deep in conversation away from the rest of the crowd, which turned out to be really nice. And I? Totally made and brought food for the occasion: a peach trifle, a recipe Poppy told me to try involving peaches (deh), strawberries, angel food cake, vanilla yogurt and booze (rum, if you must know, since I didn’t think scotch would work). By myself, with no help. And? It didn’t suck. I KNOW, right? Chalk it up to the fact that just because I DON’T cook doesn’t mean I CAN’T. I’m actually a very good cook. Ask Kaffy; she knows.

Now if I could just figure out what the hell smells in my kitchen ...

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