Well, remarkably, today turned out okay.
I had a bit of confusion today with fucked-up plans. Anyway, the end result is twofold: I dislike text-message conversations more than I dislike the town of Mojave, CA (If you know me, you'll know that's a lot). Also, I ended up spending a wonderful afternoon and evening with a new friend.
Usually, the tour of one's house takes little more than two minutes. This time, it took about 45 minutes because we'd stop to talk in every room for a long while. It was good though. She wanted to reclaim her 'inner child' so we had a blast of a time on the trampoline jumping and just hanging out--it was beautiful outside as well.
I made her my signature meal: sausage and pasta. She loved it, and so did my sister's friends who came over later and ate some of it. It's such a great meal for $6. 1 pack of sausage, a jar of Prego, and a pound of pasta, feeds at least 4. I also bought a 6-pack of Henry Weinhard's Orange Cremes; they make me happy.
She was eyeing all the cutlerly evilly. She was testing out all the knives for sharpness and sensation. She said "Yeah, you might want to take this away from me before something happens." Well after eating, and me washing the dishes, there was that awkward after-dinner moment when there isn't a plan, and nothing is really decided. So, I suggested either a movie, or she could beat me up. She decided on the latter, and thought that the knives that she was so eagerly handling would make a good tool of torture.
This was my first knifeplay scene. I was a little nervous, as there was the definite risk of more-than-temporary marks being left. It was okay, however. She experimented with making zen sand-garden-like trails on my back with the serrated blade. Seems good. It was definitely cool just to experience that and be okay with it. Afterwards, I was definitely rolling, so when she left, and I'm still a little up there from the endorphins, I get recruited by my sister's friends for playing a drinking game. For some reason, I agree and end up playing some beersketball with a whiskey-and-sprite. It was good, but I didn't really like the premise of playing a game where the end result was drinking. Drinking is a means to an end, not an end in itself.
I enjoyed myself though--someone brought a guitar, so we jammed, and it was definitely cool to play bass again, after two months of not playing.
My house now smells like a frat house... that's what I/they get for drinking Milwaukee's Best Ice... <shudder>
I had a bit of confusion today with fucked-up plans. Anyway, the end result is twofold: I dislike text-message conversations more than I dislike the town of Mojave, CA (If you know me, you'll know that's a lot). Also, I ended up spending a wonderful afternoon and evening with a new friend.
Usually, the tour of one's house takes little more than two minutes. This time, it took about 45 minutes because we'd stop to talk in every room for a long while. It was good though. She wanted to reclaim her 'inner child' so we had a blast of a time on the trampoline jumping and just hanging out--it was beautiful outside as well.
I made her my signature meal: sausage and pasta. She loved it, and so did my sister's friends who came over later and ate some of it. It's such a great meal for $6. 1 pack of sausage, a jar of Prego, and a pound of pasta, feeds at least 4. I also bought a 6-pack of Henry Weinhard's Orange Cremes; they make me happy.
She was eyeing all the cutlerly evilly. She was testing out all the knives for sharpness and sensation. She said "Yeah, you might want to take this away from me before something happens." Well after eating, and me washing the dishes, there was that awkward after-dinner moment when there isn't a plan, and nothing is really decided. So, I suggested either a movie, or she could beat me up. She decided on the latter, and thought that the knives that she was so eagerly handling would make a good tool of torture.
This was my first knifeplay scene. I was a little nervous, as there was the definite risk of more-than-temporary marks being left. It was okay, however. She experimented with making zen sand-garden-like trails on my back with the serrated blade. Seems good. It was definitely cool just to experience that and be okay with it. Afterwards, I was definitely rolling, so when she left, and I'm still a little up there from the endorphins, I get recruited by my sister's friends for playing a drinking game. For some reason, I agree and end up playing some beersketball with a whiskey-and-sprite. It was good, but I didn't really like the premise of playing a game where the end result was drinking. Drinking is a means to an end, not an end in itself.
I enjoyed myself though--someone brought a guitar, so we jammed, and it was definitely cool to play bass again, after two months of not playing.
My house now smells like a frat house... that's what I/they get for drinking Milwaukee's Best Ice... <shudder>
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I know another good cheap meal that's easy to fix. Take a package of about six or so frozen burritos and lay them along the bottom of a casserole dish. Then pour 1 can of enchilada sauce over them and top with cheese and black olives (if you wish). You'll end up with some cheesy saucy goodness and it always comes out good.