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Jan. 15th, 2006 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickMy, My, My, Social Butterfly.
Mom and I met up for dinner Friday night, where she gifted me with a (tastefully heather grey) nightgown, the John Adams audiobook, some absolutely delightful colored pasta twisties from Italy (they're excellent, I had some for lunch Saturday), two bottles of red wine (likely quite good -- haven't opened them yet), a sizeable hunk of high-dollar good parmesan (for on the pasta twisties), and what I have decided has got to be in the running for the world's coolest kitchen implement. It's a microplaner grater thing for grating the cheese. Man, is it nifty. Works like a charm. Very fun. I'm feeling the urge to gratuitously grate cheese on top of things because this is just a very nifty thing. I bet it'd also do chocolate bits and citrus zest, though not at the same time.
After that, since my cousin San, her spouse, and their DDR pad were visiting this weekend with a large bag of rather drinkable red wine, I went over to their place and spent far too much of last night playing versus-mode DDR with red wine between bouts.
When I got home from that, my answering machine was blinking because brother-the-younger, the boy, and Coyote were visiting and had called to tell me that. Because it was after midnight when I walked in the door, I didn't call him back until Saturday morning.
I visited them briefly, then went home to get breakfast. While I was eating breakfast, 219 called to say they had no heat. I spent the next four hours working on heat for 219. When I got home from that, I took a nap (during which the phone rang repeatedly) and fixed a small sample of the pasta twisties. Visited brother-the-younger, then visited Chez San, whose household had expanded by some of her friends. More red wine, DDR, and, oddly several rounds of euchre, a game I did not previously know how to play and may still not know how to play but I can sort of follow along if I can get prompting for the hard parts. (There was rather a lot of red wine involved.)
So, another late night. This is not turning out to be a very restful weekend.
This morning, I'm off to visit brother-the-younger and probably watch the boy while brother-the-younger takes Coyote off to see grandma. (My grandma. Coyote's great-grandma.)
Mom and I met up for dinner Friday night, where she gifted me with a (tastefully heather grey) nightgown, the John Adams audiobook, some absolutely delightful colored pasta twisties from Italy (they're excellent, I had some for lunch Saturday), two bottles of red wine (likely quite good -- haven't opened them yet), a sizeable hunk of high-dollar good parmesan (for on the pasta twisties), and what I have decided has got to be in the running for the world's coolest kitchen implement. It's a microplaner grater thing for grating the cheese. Man, is it nifty. Works like a charm. Very fun. I'm feeling the urge to gratuitously grate cheese on top of things because this is just a very nifty thing. I bet it'd also do chocolate bits and citrus zest, though not at the same time.
After that, since my cousin San, her spouse, and their DDR pad were visiting this weekend with a large bag of rather drinkable red wine, I went over to their place and spent far too much of last night playing versus-mode DDR with red wine between bouts.
When I got home from that, my answering machine was blinking because brother-the-younger, the boy, and Coyote were visiting and had called to tell me that. Because it was after midnight when I walked in the door, I didn't call him back until Saturday morning.
I visited them briefly, then went home to get breakfast. While I was eating breakfast, 219 called to say they had no heat. I spent the next four hours working on heat for 219. When I got home from that, I took a nap (during which the phone rang repeatedly) and fixed a small sample of the pasta twisties. Visited brother-the-younger, then visited Chez San, whose household had expanded by some of her friends. More red wine, DDR, and, oddly several rounds of euchre, a game I did not previously know how to play and may still not know how to play but I can sort of follow along if I can get prompting for the hard parts. (There was rather a lot of red wine involved.)
So, another late night. This is not turning out to be a very restful weekend.
This morning, I'm off to visit brother-the-younger and probably watch the boy while brother-the-younger takes Coyote off to see grandma. (My grandma. Coyote's great-grandma.)
