Slightly hung over morning. Good weekend. Good Monday. Okay Tuesday.
A friend of mines father has an alliterative bike bash every summer and has done for the past 20 odd years. I have been invited but didn't go because well see no need to go to places with people I don't know and do activities I don't necessarily want to. Went to this time and it was great. Played various board games as is our want. One 15 bucks in poker. Biked for 7-9 miles up and down hills on an old 3 speed bike my friends father had rescued from being thrown out. Played four square with my 2 friends, 2 sons of fathers friends, and four young shrill little girl chillen. (The original game of four square was my 2 friends and one girl child. She called that she was king. Then she made up rules and laughed at us. We humored her. Popcorn? It comes back to her and looks like shes going to loose the game she introduced... Guess what? The king apparently can just yell end popcorn. One of the best parts of that weekend. Also her version included the phrase no dirties or cheaps. When I became king we explicitly allowed dirties and cheaps... What ever those were.)
Yesterday got caught the tail end of a friends weekend long birthday extravaganza. Was quite entertained to meet one of her friends from out of town again. She the one who saved mardi gras by giving me a sprite bottle full of gin. We told bad pun jokes, smoked, and then just before she had to leave we discussed comics. It was a shame we didn't get to talk about comics more. She was like Comics? I Watchman? She Preacher? It continued back and forth like that in a mutual affirmation in our taste in comics approximately until she had to leave along with the birthday girl and most of the party.
Then I drank with the birthday girls boy friend. We were going to make my specialty... Drunken Fried Eggs. I had already melted 3/4's of a stick of butter in a pan when we discover... .NO EGGS! he was inclined to walk and buy eggs... I was sure that we had something at his place that we could fry in butter.... Boy was I right. So we have melted butter. Then we through some organic free range bacon on the fucker. So know we're starting to get a bacon fat/ butter froth. Then we throw in potatoes and some sweet potato. Then I'm like lets through some olive oil in here make things fry better. So we do. Then we through in some green beans or some snap peas or what ever the hell they were... (In the words of Scotty "It's Green.") Then I say wistfully what we really need is some garlic and he pulls out some cloves of garlic and cuts a couple up and tosses them in. Then I look in his cabinet and suggest that we grind in some pepper and that his paprika would be great. (He and his girfriend had gone to a spice store and bought 2 lbs of paprika or some such.... When I suggest paprika he informs me that I should use the sweet hungarian paprika....) So we fry this bad boy up.... Oh my GOD. Best potatoes I have ever had in my life. Not only that, but I don't like sweet potatoes and the bites I had of them were amazing. The fried garlic clove bit I had was perhaps the best thing I had ever eaten.
It was the mother fucking shakespeare of sick.
Yesterday I went to a friends house cooling party. You know something has gone horribly horribly wrong when I am told that I was the element that kept things from boiling over in certain segments of the party. So after the party quited down I sated my own explosive partying elements by drinking myself to sleep. Too late to drunk dial people. Did hang out with my comrade for a bit at the end. Was good times anyway. Glad it ended though.
People! Am I right or am I right?
Hope your guys lives have been going well.
You fine folks are gentlemen(Or ladies if you prefer) and scholars...
Be well,
JDF
A friend of mines father has an alliterative bike bash every summer and has done for the past 20 odd years. I have been invited but didn't go because well see no need to go to places with people I don't know and do activities I don't necessarily want to. Went to this time and it was great. Played various board games as is our want. One 15 bucks in poker. Biked for 7-9 miles up and down hills on an old 3 speed bike my friends father had rescued from being thrown out. Played four square with my 2 friends, 2 sons of fathers friends, and four young shrill little girl chillen. (The original game of four square was my 2 friends and one girl child. She called that she was king. Then she made up rules and laughed at us. We humored her. Popcorn? It comes back to her and looks like shes going to loose the game she introduced... Guess what? The king apparently can just yell end popcorn. One of the best parts of that weekend. Also her version included the phrase no dirties or cheaps. When I became king we explicitly allowed dirties and cheaps... What ever those were.)
Yesterday got caught the tail end of a friends weekend long birthday extravaganza. Was quite entertained to meet one of her friends from out of town again. She the one who saved mardi gras by giving me a sprite bottle full of gin. We told bad pun jokes, smoked, and then just before she had to leave we discussed comics. It was a shame we didn't get to talk about comics more. She was like Comics? I Watchman? She Preacher? It continued back and forth like that in a mutual affirmation in our taste in comics approximately until she had to leave along with the birthday girl and most of the party.
Then I drank with the birthday girls boy friend. We were going to make my specialty... Drunken Fried Eggs. I had already melted 3/4's of a stick of butter in a pan when we discover... .NO EGGS! he was inclined to walk and buy eggs... I was sure that we had something at his place that we could fry in butter.... Boy was I right. So we have melted butter. Then we through some organic free range bacon on the fucker. So know we're starting to get a bacon fat/ butter froth. Then we throw in potatoes and some sweet potato. Then I'm like lets through some olive oil in here make things fry better. So we do. Then we through in some green beans or some snap peas or what ever the hell they were... (In the words of Scotty "It's Green.") Then I say wistfully what we really need is some garlic and he pulls out some cloves of garlic and cuts a couple up and tosses them in. Then I look in his cabinet and suggest that we grind in some pepper and that his paprika would be great. (He and his girfriend had gone to a spice store and bought 2 lbs of paprika or some such.... When I suggest paprika he informs me that I should use the sweet hungarian paprika....) So we fry this bad boy up.... Oh my GOD. Best potatoes I have ever had in my life. Not only that, but I don't like sweet potatoes and the bites I had of them were amazing. The fried garlic clove bit I had was perhaps the best thing I had ever eaten.
It was the mother fucking shakespeare of sick.
Yesterday I went to a friends house cooling party. You know something has gone horribly horribly wrong when I am told that I was the element that kept things from boiling over in certain segments of the party. So after the party quited down I sated my own explosive partying elements by drinking myself to sleep. Too late to drunk dial people. Did hang out with my comrade for a bit at the end. Was good times anyway. Glad it ended though.
People! Am I right or am I right?
Hope your guys lives have been going well.
You fine folks are gentlemen(Or ladies if you prefer) and scholars...
Be well,
JDF
coleen:
I hate it when I start making something, and realize half way through that I don't have all the ingredients I need, after I've gotten all excited about it! I'm glad y'all figured it out though, hehe 