Ah my lovlies.
Turkey day was a success. With maybe only a dozen calls to my mother asking:
How long does the turkey cook?
Oh... it's on the bag. Thanks mom.
Creamed onions, milk?
Oh... okay then, doing it right, just wanted to make sure.
Are you sure, there really isn't a cavity as such, just an indentation. Alright. Stuffing, in the indentation. Thanks mom.
And so on, so forth, until miraculously God's light shown upon my tiny little kitchen and just as the guests arrived the turkey was done, and all the sides came out of the oven perfectly finished.
Wine was had by all (by all, I mean me and my co-worker Allegra) and a fine meal had. Belinda came home in time to bring an apple pie, more friends showed, then dragged me out to play
BEER PONG.
I won't go into details. But there's a ping-pong table, lotta beer, and one ping pong ball. Good fun, I crashed in a drunken stupor on some strangers guest bed.
The very next night I got smashed on three jack and cokes, three quarters jack, a splash of coke, and ice.
Oddly enough those two nights are the most drinking I've done in months. Sorta nice not having to worry about a paper, like some people who should be writing a paper.
Not that I'm one to point fingers. God knows I did more than my fair share of over procrastination.
Take the appartment Kate. Take it and run. Having a ghost builds character. And more stories to write about on the blog.
In other news, it snowed here in sunny VA. You'd think these yokels were ready to shut the state down because of 6 to 8 inches. They plow, but they don't SALT!
On top of this, as I was walking to my car this afternoon, children were sledding in the STREET! Doomed. We are all doomed.
Oh.
Tomorrow I look into tattoo's number 2 - 21. Hopefully I can get them all on the same day.
And, buying a pipe. I miss smoking my pipe.
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