Sunday, March 22, 2009

Napkins on Birthdays



Spring is here which means Kristen and I have birthdays. These are Saturday nights shenanigans at Tsunami.


"Cheers to Rubber Boobs"
"We need to start a napkin on that note"
Rubber Boob-occur - Jud

Jud- Who we talkin trash about?
Mel- We're not talking trash
Julie- Oh, we're talking trash

John- Mutual Admiration Society

Leigh- Are you gonna glitter?
Jul- Oh, I would never glitter, only shimmer.

Julie- As fet--i, we decided to be born in spring
Jud- Write that down

I like to dance randomly

Its like you forgot to drink.
Jud-Thank you!

That drink matches your coat-occur.

Kristen: Julie, what's wrong with you-
Julie: I don't know, I forgot already.



Saturday, March 14, 2009

Third Thursday

After perusing the Night Notes, I suspect this may be the original. In 2005, Brandon, Kristen and I were having wine nights at my place every third Thursday. We ate cheese and crackers and sometimes played Cranium if Ram and Eli were around. This note is on stationary, undated and uncredited. It's a good one though.




"That's not normal. I'm glad it happened."

"I tell ya, that myspace though."

"I can't think of a time I forgot something."

"Who gets the power- the hotter person?"
This is why we called these "Circle of Trust Wine Nights." We had such philosophical relationship conversations.

"I like this book...story...SONG!!"

"Does it say stern or stem?"

"Relatively more thought than you thought that I would"

"I love wine night... and you may live here soon...ish."

"Jason Mraz sucks"
Clearly, this was a Brandon comment.

"I'm really bad at suck & blow. I'm not sure what that says about me sexually"
WHY were we playing suck and blow as 20 somethings on a Thursday?!?!

"Germapian"

"You talk the talk, now hum the hum"

"That's how I draw. With my eyes open... My eyes were open."
I think this was my response to Ramsay drawing with his eyes closed in Cranium when they didn't need to be closed.

"Fuck You Juice"

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Chicky Chicky Oooh Oooh

A while back, we were walking down the yellow brick road...oh wait, that wasn't me. A while back, I mentioned I was going to be spending more time in the kitchen this year. With a snow storm bearing down two Sunday's ago I thought it a good time to attempt my first oven roasted chicken. Unfortunately, I had just read the Skinny Bitch the day prior and unbeknownst to me, those bitches went all vegan yet I still felt compelled to read all the gory details so I was a bit skittish when it came time to remove the chickens neck. I surely would have thought twice about this endeavor had I known something so horrific was going to be necessary in order make a nice dinner. My free range chicken and I looked at each other before I made my sorrys, closed my eyes and yanked hard. The bony, slimy neck went slip-sliding out of my grasp and bounced and slopped across the tile.

"GROOOOOSS," I wailed!
"What?" called Nat from upstairs.
"Nothing," I sing songed.

I composed myself, desalmanella'd the floor and assembled everything in the baking dish including fresh rosemary springs from Miss Rose on my counter and set the timer. About an hour and 15 minutes later I was dismayed when my meat thermometer was reading too low and Nat insisted it had to reach the proper temperature. 25 minutes later we were in business. Until I went to cut in. Where was the chicken? Why was I hitting bone? Surveying the chicken from several angles, it was determined the chicken had been baked upside down. Sore about the lack of pretty crispy skin to serve in an aesthetically pleasing way, I did the best I could on presentation and delivered Nat my masterpiece. (ish) Luckily, it was uphill from there. In a delicious turn of events, it seems this is an excellent way to bake chicken as it leaves it extra moist. So what started out as a debacle ended in my 'secret technique'.

There's trouble in Jon and Kate plus 8 land. I'm wondering if Joel McCale is correct in that next year we'll be watching "Jon minus 9."

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Jumping through hoops

The weekend started well. In Mel's words, we decided to eat our calories instead of drinking them. We made dinner at my house and yes it did include a bottle of wine before walking downtown for gelato and then watching the Sex and the City movie over mimosas. As always, it felt really weird to be out and about without the intent of popping in to a bar for a drink, but we had changed our plans for Friday night about a thousand times so pistachio gelato it was! Yeah, it was warmish, but we had on our gloves. Oh, and I am absolutely horrified to admit that after living in my house for a year and three months, I randomly opened the curtains behind our television and discovered we have the most amazing view of the state house I never knew about.

Then we got up bright and early to head to the county for family time. We bitched mercilessly on how the level of bad driving directly corresponds with how far south you get in Maryland. Oh, and we were going far. I dropped off Mel, made a pit stop at Sarah's, hung with young Noah who loves the baby blanket I made him and made it to my parents only slightly late for lunch. Cheryl was in town too and her latest trend is Hoola Hooping so after lunch, I jumped right on that bandwagon and we played in the yard for and extensive amount of time. We even got Mom and Lilly involved. Well I guess Lilly just supervised really.





Next, I decided it would be a crime not to take advantage of the colors of the hoops and designed an impromptu photo shoot.







We had an extensive conversation on bra size and labeled ourselves as follows:

Julie- Teeny Weeny
Cheryl- Medium
Mom- BOOM BOOM

(Good thing there wasn't a third daughter. She'd be concave!)

The long trip back resumed around 8:30 pm and we left feeling relaxed, accomplished and not annoyed with the drive. I found sushi and Nat, not necessarily in order of my favorites at home and I spent the evening and into the wee hours of the morning helping him study a little more for his test today. As I was up very late last night, I'm slow moving, but I'm hoping to make it to Homestead Gardens later if Cheryl swings by. Its about time to get started on the Herb Garden!!!