Great food, great friends, blasts from the past, legends in the flesh
Quite an action-packed evening for Slappy.
First, I Had the best thanksgiving dinner EVER at Chez cheese4me/jetboo. Cheese, who "had never prepared a whole turkey in [her] life", of course presented the perfect bird. In general, she had tight control over preparations. When asked if she needed help, she responded, "No, thank you. I have everything disturbingly under control." And she did. itsabouttimedc brought along his homemade cranberry sauce...that is some good stuff (drool!). My contribution to the meal was the biggest wheel of brie ever made. Thanks, Whole Foods! copperred brought this amazing homemade Lusekatter.
Yes...the pastry is a traditional Swedish bread, and copperred is Swedish.
ROSE: Well this calls for my favorite traditional Scandinavian treat: Cheese and crackers!
BLANCHE: Cheese and crackers, Rose? Not eggs gerfluffen? Not ham and gunterhaagen? Not pigs in a svenkabluten?
ROSE: No, but you sure know how to make a girl's mouth water!
And, of course there were green beans. Great food, great company. It was a blast. Oh, and cheese4me's mom is a hoot!
Came home and settled in for a quick nap, then grabbed copperred and headed off to Blowoff. The event was held on the main floor instead of the back bar, which allowed for a bit more room. And depending on your mission at Blowoff, that could either be a good thing or a bad thing. In my case, it was a good thing. Being so full of Thanksgiving dinner, I wasn't exactly looking to drag anybody home by the chest hair. However, I did get to meet slothel. He is just as warm, witty, and personable as his writing suggests, and he's even more adorable in person than in his pictures. He's dreamy (swoon)!
No sooner did I recover from meeting slothel, I ran into Adam. Adam was the generous host of the Key West trip I took two years ago. He looked great before, but now he looks incredible! I didn't get the chance to talk to him very much, but I understand he is living in Baltimore these days. I guess you can get tired of living in Paradise. Perhaps I will run into him again.
Finally, I saw Andrew Sullivan. Yes, the very Andrew Sullivan who scratched his ass on a shoot of Real Time with Bill Maher, which, by the way, is live. Hey, Slappy, drop names much? No...you don't understand. I see Andrew Sullivan almost every time I go out. I see him at the Eagle. I see him at Lizard Lounge. I see him at JR's. Despite the fact I find his career repugnant...British, NOT AN AMERICAN CITIZEN, former New Republic columnist with his head consistently in Bush's lap...he is one hot little man. He is as hot as Ann Coulter thinks she is. But if my life were a Mad TV skit, it would go something like this:
Debra Wilson: Wow, Slappy, I didn't know you could do that with a beer bottle...and without using your hands! You must be very popular at the OK Corral!
Slappy: You have no idea!
Artificial, prolonged laughter.
ENTER Andrew Sullivan.
EXIT Andrew Sullivan.
FADE
It's good to have your very own sight gag.
First, I Had the best thanksgiving dinner EVER at Chez cheese4me/jetboo. Cheese, who "had never prepared a whole turkey in [her] life", of course presented the perfect bird. In general, she had tight control over preparations. When asked if she needed help, she responded, "No, thank you. I have everything disturbingly under control." And she did. itsabouttimedc brought along his homemade cranberry sauce...that is some good stuff (drool!). My contribution to the meal was the biggest wheel of brie ever made. Thanks, Whole Foods! copperred brought this amazing homemade Lusekatter.
Yes...the pastry is a traditional Swedish bread, and copperred is Swedish.
ROSE: Well this calls for my favorite traditional Scandinavian treat: Cheese and crackers!
BLANCHE: Cheese and crackers, Rose? Not eggs gerfluffen? Not ham and gunterhaagen? Not pigs in a svenkabluten?
ROSE: No, but you sure know how to make a girl's mouth water!
And, of course there were green beans. Great food, great company. It was a blast. Oh, and cheese4me's mom is a hoot!
Came home and settled in for a quick nap, then grabbed copperred and headed off to Blowoff. The event was held on the main floor instead of the back bar, which allowed for a bit more room. And depending on your mission at Blowoff, that could either be a good thing or a bad thing. In my case, it was a good thing. Being so full of Thanksgiving dinner, I wasn't exactly looking to drag anybody home by the chest hair. However, I did get to meet slothel. He is just as warm, witty, and personable as his writing suggests, and he's even more adorable in person than in his pictures. He's dreamy (swoon)!
No sooner did I recover from meeting slothel, I ran into Adam. Adam was the generous host of the Key West trip I took two years ago. He looked great before, but now he looks incredible! I didn't get the chance to talk to him very much, but I understand he is living in Baltimore these days. I guess you can get tired of living in Paradise. Perhaps I will run into him again.
Finally, I saw Andrew Sullivan. Yes, the very Andrew Sullivan who scratched his ass on a shoot of Real Time with Bill Maher, which, by the way, is live. Hey, Slappy, drop names much? No...you don't understand. I see Andrew Sullivan almost every time I go out. I see him at the Eagle. I see him at Lizard Lounge. I see him at JR's. Despite the fact I find his career repugnant...British, NOT AN AMERICAN CITIZEN, former New Republic columnist with his head consistently in Bush's lap...he is one hot little man. He is as hot as Ann Coulter thinks she is. But if my life were a Mad TV skit, it would go something like this:
Debra Wilson: Wow, Slappy, I didn't know you could do that with a beer bottle...and without using your hands! You must be very popular at the OK Corral!
Slappy: You have no idea!
Artificial, prolonged laughter.
ENTER Andrew Sullivan.
EXIT Andrew Sullivan.
FADE
It's good to have your very own sight gag.