Contributing to the Delinquency of Young Strawberries
I hung out at neonkttn's last night and helped with this contributing to the delinquency of young strawberries plot.
It started with his picking me up from campus and driving us to Sunflower Market, a slightly more healthy food supermarket than I'm used to. We went in search of good looking out-of-season strawberries, 60% something or another dark chocolate, a bar of white chocolate, pizza and soda. Then to the local Kroger variant for fresh dippin' veggies, and a final stop at the new Tattered Cover bookstore for my Introduction to Old English textbook for next semester.
Two things stood out at this point: Ninja goes by Tanya with the coworkers at Sunflower and flirts with them mercilessly. They come off as very nice people and the whole place does not have the feel of a corporate environment. The second thing was a short discussion upon leaving Tattered Cover since the nice person at the desk was definitely a transgender, though in my ignorance I have no idea which gender they preferred. Apparently not everyone would notice this, Ninja said. I chewed on that.
Then back to the apartment to commit Dastardly Acts Against Strawberry-Kind. The Grand Marnier came out of the fridge along with two new syringes to inject the alcohol into the strawberries. I stirred the dark chocolate in an impromptu double-boiler while watching the strawberries bump drunkenly into each other and sometimes spew the Grand Marnier right back out. Meanwhile, the pizza cooked. A couple of injections of Grand Marnier went into the dark chocolate as well and seemed to raise its boiling point, so I backed away from the heat to let Ninja take over.
He had me try some Grand Marnier in a cup (strong) and later some Crown Royal on ice (not bad). It takes me hours to drink alcoholic things, and I was told I didn't need to finish the Crown Royal.
The earlier discussion about transgendered people reminded me of having to watch parts of "What the Bleep Do We Know" in spring semester, where it put forth that people see things that are within the realm of their experience and seeing something outside that experience requires either being shown it or being jolted into seeing it. Perhaps that's why I see a transgender person, realize it, and go on with my day where, according to Ninja, other people wouldn't notice in the first place. I expressed that I was surprised that no one else had noticed in my Cross-Cultural Psychology class a while back when we had a special speaker who turned out to be a post-operative MtF.
We munched on the pizza, played around for a bit in SecondLife, then got kicked off. I browsed my textbook and we alternated listening to music on our respective computers. Ninja invited a guy who goes by Onizuka over, but he took several hours to arrive due to traffic. The World of Warcraft "South Park" was on, so we enjoyed it, then Ninja switched to some new "Battlestar Galactica." I'd never seen any of that, nor its predecessor, so I was kind of lost and didn't pay much attention at first because there was Old English to obsess over.
Onizuka got to try a strawberry, though he insisted that Ninja and I eat one at the same time and gave us very suspicious looks the whole time he sniffed the chocolate-dipped, white chocolate drizzled drunken strawberry. I asked for a small strawberry as the larger ones had the Grand Marnier injections, but 'Zuka took offense to that and jokingly called me some horrible names. Ah well, if my temperence is not appreciated, it is not appreciated.
The "Battlestar Galactica" ran out around 3:00, so there were leavetakings and a ride home in which we spoke of high school band and band camp and the like. Ninja is a wonderful sounding board and listens so well. I came into a dark, quiet house and went to sleep.
It started with his picking me up from campus and driving us to Sunflower Market, a slightly more healthy food supermarket than I'm used to. We went in search of good looking out-of-season strawberries, 60% something or another dark chocolate, a bar of white chocolate, pizza and soda. Then to the local Kroger variant for fresh dippin' veggies, and a final stop at the new Tattered Cover bookstore for my Introduction to Old English textbook for next semester.
Two things stood out at this point: Ninja goes by Tanya with the coworkers at Sunflower and flirts with them mercilessly. They come off as very nice people and the whole place does not have the feel of a corporate environment. The second thing was a short discussion upon leaving Tattered Cover since the nice person at the desk was definitely a transgender, though in my ignorance I have no idea which gender they preferred. Apparently not everyone would notice this, Ninja said. I chewed on that.
Then back to the apartment to commit Dastardly Acts Against Strawberry-Kind. The Grand Marnier came out of the fridge along with two new syringes to inject the alcohol into the strawberries. I stirred the dark chocolate in an impromptu double-boiler while watching the strawberries bump drunkenly into each other and sometimes spew the Grand Marnier right back out. Meanwhile, the pizza cooked. A couple of injections of Grand Marnier went into the dark chocolate as well and seemed to raise its boiling point, so I backed away from the heat to let Ninja take over.
He had me try some Grand Marnier in a cup (strong) and later some Crown Royal on ice (not bad). It takes me hours to drink alcoholic things, and I was told I didn't need to finish the Crown Royal.
The earlier discussion about transgendered people reminded me of having to watch parts of "What the Bleep Do We Know" in spring semester, where it put forth that people see things that are within the realm of their experience and seeing something outside that experience requires either being shown it or being jolted into seeing it. Perhaps that's why I see a transgender person, realize it, and go on with my day where, according to Ninja, other people wouldn't notice in the first place. I expressed that I was surprised that no one else had noticed in my Cross-Cultural Psychology class a while back when we had a special speaker who turned out to be a post-operative MtF.
We munched on the pizza, played around for a bit in SecondLife, then got kicked off. I browsed my textbook and we alternated listening to music on our respective computers. Ninja invited a guy who goes by Onizuka over, but he took several hours to arrive due to traffic. The World of Warcraft "South Park" was on, so we enjoyed it, then Ninja switched to some new "Battlestar Galactica." I'd never seen any of that, nor its predecessor, so I was kind of lost and didn't pay much attention at first because there was Old English to obsess over.
Onizuka got to try a strawberry, though he insisted that Ninja and I eat one at the same time and gave us very suspicious looks the whole time he sniffed the chocolate-dipped, white chocolate drizzled drunken strawberry. I asked for a small strawberry as the larger ones had the Grand Marnier injections, but 'Zuka took offense to that and jokingly called me some horrible names. Ah well, if my temperence is not appreciated, it is not appreciated.
The "Battlestar Galactica" ran out around 3:00, so there were leavetakings and a ride home in which we spoke of high school band and band camp and the like. Ninja is a wonderful sounding board and listens so well. I came into a dark, quiet house and went to sleep.