Thanks Mo for the Versatile blogger award. However, because I've been a shit blogger lately, I'm not going to follow the rules and give it away because I'm an asshat like that.
Here are my 7 random facts:
1.This is the song Pandora is playing for me right now - one of my faves
2. I have BIG plans for the new year, I'm going to be one of those assholes that makes all of the resolutions and then a few months in, see ya! Let's hope I get through January.
-Travel to at least two new places (I'm thinking somewhere in the Caribbean like the Bahamas, Antigua or Turks and Caicos) and a road trip to somewhere new in the US (including Atlanta in March-ish)
-Go to Jamaica for Easter and Xmas/New Years
-Plan my trip to Carnival in Trinidad in 2013
3. I plan on having surgery in February, on Feb 3rd it will be 1 year since my last surgery.
4. My 25th birthday is in 33 days (not including today)
5. I have a very small group of friends. Very small. And I'm awful at keeping in touch with people.
6. I have over 2,000 songs on my phone thanks to a friend in Jamaica who loaded up my phone before I left.
7. I can make my own sushi, and I was supposed to make some last night but my mom brought me the stuff too late and I got lazy.
BONUS: I almost skipped 6, because I obviously cannot count to 7 (and 6 is a scaredy cat anyway, haven't you heard?)
This post is a work in progress. Honestly, you can check back later and I will have put pictures in. (Late addition: I've decided to backload this whole entry with the pictures as opposed to scatter them throughout)
Work wall looking snazzier lately!
Nothing really exciting has been going on in my life lately. There were a few days there where I was getting a lot of action, but that quickly died down. I went to Sacramento to spend Christmas with the Mexican and his family. We didn't really do much.
Literally, this is what we did.
After making me wait three extra hours in the San Francisco airport, the Mexican and his sister showed up. I was a touch perturbed considering I had been in JFK for about 2 hours before my flight (JBike drove me, and it was a very quick ride), and the flight is 6 hours. Although, I did have two seats to myself, so I got to sit/lay down across the two seats at 8am in the morning, which was pleasant enough. Thank you vicodin for keeping the pain of sitting for that long to a minimum. Actually, I only took half of one, I was being classy.
Having lost 3 hours to the time change, I left my house at 5:45am, and finally completed my travel time at only 2pm. (On the way back we left the house at 10:30 and I got home at midnight).
We spent a few hours at Fisherman's Wharf eating Clam Chowder out of a Sourdough bread bowl, and having this delicious salad with Jicama, which I usually don't care for. Also, we had the most delicious Mojito. I would show you pictures, but day three of my trip makes that impossible...unfortunately.
We saw the sea lions and ate cotton candy. I didn't stop eating from Wednesday morning until...well I still haven't stopped eating.
Oh look at that it's 5pm. Time to go home. Perhaps I will finish this at home, although it's more likely to happen tomorrow at work because we're back in lull season!
Look at that...it's day 2 of trying to blog.
Anyway, back to my trip to Sacramento. We drove home after spending some time at Fisherman's Wharf.
Sidenote: We saw this really young couple (neither of the people were over 20 by the looks) and they had a 2 year old downs baby. I salute them, and I feel bad for them because not only did they have babies young, they're in for a lifetime of care of that baby. I could never do it. Knock on wood.
So what the hell did we do...We ate food that the Mexican's mama made which was DELICIOUS - as was all of her food for the rest of the vacation. His mom really wasn't very chatty. I think if I spoke Spanish it would've been different, but she was really nice. His dad was a hoot. Yup, I said "a hoot". Just a funny guy. We got along. I got along with everyone!
I was still on east coast time, so it was hard to adjust and I went to sleep pretty darn early, and thus woke up...pretty darn early. I was up at 9am, but the Mexican didn't get up until noon...any of the days I was there (except the day I left because we had to be out of the house by 10:30).
Thursday we went to Davis, ate gourmet bagel sandwiches, and walked around. We went to the UC Davis campus where the Mexican and his friend both went. I almost bought sweatpants, but I wasn't feeling particularly spendy...and then we went to this sweets shop where I got this delicious treat.
Yup, chocolate cake and chocolate mousse in a chocolate ganache dome
Friday, we went to Old Sac, and found this new store called the Olive Mix, and sampled dozens of EVOO and balsamic vinegars. Bought myself 100 bucks worth of them. It was a delicious delicious day. Unfortunately, I didn't take pics at all of what I got just yet, but I've been using them and it's been fantastic! (I've made a million crostinis since I've been home because we are currently "stove-less"). We also went to all of these gag/novelty gift shops. I almost got B shot glasses, but I took pictures of the sayings instead. I, however, lost these photos in the media card debacle of Saturday morning.
Saturday the Mexican and I were sitting in my room and I couldn't get my facebook messenger icon to disappear on my phone, even though I couldn't find the unopened messages...so like anyone with a blackberry would've done, I popped the battery. Unfortunately, my media card was being accessed at the time and by pulling the battery while that was going on, I corrupted the card and lost everything. I tried everything to get it back, but eventually just reformatted and reloaded when I got home. Therefore, I lost whatever pictures I had, because I forgot to take my camera ANYWHERE.
Anyway, for the rest of the time I was there we pretty much only went to holiday shop for the Mexican's family and watched movies. A million goddamn movies. I had seen pretty much all of them before. So basically it was relaxing as shit...until my flight home.
Oh, and xmas was fine. We didn't really do anything special. I got an infinity scarf from the Mexican's mom that he tried to steal (with no success). I didn't really take pictures of ANYTHING. I did try in and out burger on the way to the airport though, so that was nice.
Christmas set up
I was seated next to this kid who must've had Tourette's and bad BO. Thankfully the plane was mostly empty and the woman next to me moved to her own row. Also, the kid was quiet enough during the flight that my headphones drowned him out. By kid, I must tell you that this "kid" was probably 17. He would burst out into song and move around a lot, and each time he leaned back and frantically moved around, his BO would waft over to me. Not the most pleasant thing ever, but survivable as it was only once in a while and I tried to sleep most of the time.
JBike picked me up from the airport. I was surprised he didn't stay over, but I guess he's on his gypsy cab grind. Can't fault him for that. I'd like my money back at SOME point.
How was everyone else's holiday?
I came back to work to a handful of gifts. This year I splurged more on myself than I ever have for the holidays before. I bought mini portable speakers, all of that stuff at the olive mix, a tshirt, and $70 worth of chocolate.
MOST AMAZING chocolate. You should try it.
Basic speaker I can hook up to my phone or ipod.
Awesome little speaker that I can just put my media card right into! FOR traveling!
This is what the tshirt looks like. BINGE eating!
So much chocolate, so little time.
These two truffles were AMAZING from one of the Drs. I work with on grants.
From one of my fellows. I might have to regift this though. I can't handle more chocolate.
From my supervisor. Love Dark Chocolate!
Other gifts from coworkers (basil infused EVOO not pictured)
From the Divisional Administrator. Super cute "ornament" and squishy!
Poinsettia from one of the co-chiefs
Much prettier closer up!
From both co-chiefs. $25 more than last year!
My old temp agency sends the weirdest gifts every year! Gave to my dad.
From my program director. It's full of all sorts of soaps and bath products. Do I need to bathe more?
I've also picked up a snazzy oragami hobby (again) thanks to learning how to make these little gems:
My mom is feeding into this hobby because she wants me to make small oragami beads that she can make earrings out of. DONE! I made a crab and lotus flower yesterday. I might start bringing some to work because it's a slow time of year.
I think I take a lot for granted. I mean, I know that I'm a lucky person. I have a pretty good job, a handful of good friends, everything else I could possibly need or honestly want, but I still have this blah feeling most of the time.
I'm going to California tomorrow. I know I should be excited and part of me is. I'm going to spend 5 days with the Mexican and his family. I haven't been to Cali since my cousin's Bat Mitzvah god knows how long ago. I'm pretty sure it was 2008/2009 though because I'm almost positive I flew in from Chicago. Yup, spring of 2009.
Anyway, I'm all packed, and I managed not to overpack because I was not going to pay $25 for my bag to be checked each way, and it's California. Worst case scenario, I buy a new outfit. There are worse things.
I'm a bit stressed about the presents situation though. My parents and I haven't celebrated a holiday since I was about 13. Well, a holiday other than Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is a special exception because we love food, and my mom's a great chef. Basically, we don't celebrate the gift giving holidays. Every once in a while we'll buy birthday gifts, but those are few and far between and take a few months to get. Last gift I got my mom was this glass bead making class. Last gift I got my dad was a bike. It took me 6 months to get the camera I asked for from my dad, but it was worth it. I'm still waiting on my mother's gift from this past year. Oh well.
So basically I'm faced with this whole gift giving situation in California. I've never met the Mexican's parents. I got his mom some Blue Mountain Coffee from Jamaica, and I think that I'm just going to give him money towards his dad's present. Also, I think I'll give his sister a gift card, but I don't know where to, yet. I didn't get him anything. Here's to hoping he didn't get me anything.
Playboy told me he got me a small present. I told him he didn't have to and asked him what he wanted, because I would feel guilty if I didn't get him anything and he got me something. He said boots or a phone. WHO THE FUCK DOES HE THINK I AM? We don't even have conversations. I don't even like him that much, and he's obviously a player. I told him I thought he was crazy and that he didn't need to give me anything. Our "friendship" has been not so consistent ever since.
I've seen most of my BCs this week actually. I saw JBike, Steel Pans and HWizard.
I've realized that I have very little emotion towards anyone these days. It's pretty sad.
I went to Merry Courtmas on Saturday to celebrate my old college roommate's birthday. I've missed it every year so I figured I'd would at least spend a little time there. Drove up to Westchester, spent an hour and then headed down to meet B in the Bronx. We went to HK. I had fun, it was expensive, but still, I need to dance. I mean, I really needed to dance. Very few pictures were taken.
I didn't go to a holiday party on Sunday because I got incredibly lazy. That's been the story of my life lately. I've been choosing my bed over a lot.
B and I went to see the Possibility Project's Foster Care play on Wednesday, and it was good. It's always kind of weird going back there because that's how B and I met 10 years ago. It's always good to see everyone though. I really need to call some people and make plans to see them in the new year. B and I went back to my house after the play and drank Sangria. I got pretty drunk. Playboy came over and yet again nothing happened. One of us has to get more aggressive or this whole situation isn't going to work. I felt like TRASH the next morning though, and some of that night. I'm so classy. B and I did however discuss what happened back in August and everything is finally on the table. I cried, a lot. Again, classy. Thanks wine.
Thursday there were a bunch of holiday parties at work and I ate until I was ready to explode. I've been doing that a lot lately. I have big plans to really get my eating under control in the new year, but I'm not kidding myself about the holiday season. I've already had 4 chocolates and a cookie today. I feel sick but keep on keepin' on.
I wish I could talk more about how blah I've been feeling lately, but I really don't feel connected with anyone these days. I mean there's Mo, and I talk to B sometimes, but I'm just very much...eh.
I need to figure out my New Years plans. Hopefully I start to feel differently while I'm in California.
Well I've been trying to catch up on blogs today after a brief hiatus, but I figure it's about time to fill you in on my most recent adventure.
I'm sure I mentioned multiple times that about 3 weeks ago I decided to go to Jamaica with my friend Sugar (who I met - but knew of before - in October). I was a bit more comfortable this time, because I was not going to a new city, and I knew where I was going and who I would see, etc.
I left on Wednesday night. This was after having packed all night Saturday and not having looked in my suitcase up until that point. That's a lie, actually. I kept adding little knick knacks here and there. Like a lock for one of the pockets in the bag so my phone wouldn't get stolen like last time. I spent about $200 at Duane Reade on Sunday (and I totally didn't know that Duane Reade wasn't a national chain). I also was making a fuss about getting the airport. JBike was going to take me, but then he would've had to take my car and blah blah blah, all of this random stuff that made it difficult. So after whining for two hours about this, my dad said "Stop this. Here's $80 for your cabs. Now stfu."
Thanks pop!
So that was settled. I made it to the airport in 20 minutes, in the rain, and almost got into a huge accident on the Belt.
I made it through check out and security in 10 minutes. I was therefore 2.5 hours early, when I had only intended on being there 1.5 hours early. Honestly though, thank goodness for online check in, because there was a line for regular check in with at least 50 people on it. I got to skip that because of the internet. Love.
Almost passed out in the airport waiting.
Ended up with a window seat (which I wanted) even though I opted for an aisle seat closer to the front of the plane. Funny how things work out!
I think we got delayed. I wouldn't be surprised. Oh yes, I remember now. There was an entire force of wheelchairs. I'm talking at least 15 people, and they didn't pre-board them. They didn't pre-board small children either. It was the worst fucking idea EVER. We were all stuck on the gangway as the wheelchairs pretty much played bumper cars with the strollers that had to be checked at the plane entrance. A middle aged Jamaican man was hitting on me while this was going on because I was very festive wearing a green hoodie and red and yellow scarves. It was only partially embarrassing, because no one really wants that kind of attention in the airport at 2am, and I had already gotten it from the bag drop off guy. I basically turned up my nose and felt righteous when I said it wasn't the first time I had gone to Jamaica.
I'm lying again. I was really cordial and flattered. He looked for me on the plane and tried to clear a path for me. I b-lined for my seat and tried to sleep.
Sleeping didn't go that great. I mean, I think I must've slept most of the time, but it wasn't like last time. I was awake for quite a bit actually. I was sitting behind a kid who must've been autistic or something. His shrieking really pissed me off at some point, and his insistence on playing his videogame at a loud volume didn't help. I tried to relax though, and did.
I got robbed again by JUTA. Doubly so, actually. I changed $40 USD into JMD at the airport cambio, which was a bad idea, because I ended up getting just over $3,000 JMD. The cab ended up being $3,000. I should've just stuck with the damn USD. Stupid stupid.
Anyway, I got to the bus station and hung out chatting on the free wifi until the bus came. I slept through a good portion of the bus I believe. I don't really remember. I got to Ocho Rios just before noon, as expected. No one came to meet me at the bus, which I could've figured. I dragged my bag down to the condo and try to get in contact with Sugar so security would let me through. I finally got the security lady to call her and they let me in where Max met me in front of the building and I scolded him for not meeting me at the station.
Shortly thereafter, we donned out bathing suits and made our way to the beach. The drinking began around 1. I drank about 4 beers in 20 minutes. Hello Red Stripe.
Then I went to go get Sugar a mixed drink with my Iced Tea Vodka and Peach Snapple Iced Tea. Here's what I didn't know. Sugar doesn't like Peach. I drank both of the drinks in about 15 minutes.
So now we're almost 45 minutes into the drinking and we decide to go back to the condo because I want to play beer pong. However, I do not have beer left, so the only logical thing to do is use vodka, right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. We had met this guy Pitbull on the beach, who was a friend of a friend or whatever. I don't really remember, but he was the one playing with me.
I broke out my solo cups and ping pong balls(yes, I brought them from home for this exact purpose). We stacked the tables on each other and let the games begin.
Pitbull was a fucking natural. He got three in a row. I took the shots (which apparently were quite large) and then I blacked out.
I woke up at around 1am.
Turns out I had been more drunk than I had ever been before in my life. I threw up everywhere - on all of the towels and my shirt. Pitbull had tried to wake me up with a cold shower. Well actually, he bathed me. Yeah, he washed my hair and soaped me up in my bathing suit.
I was not responsive. Almost choked on my own vom too, so I heard. Thanks guys for turning me on my side when I started to dry heave on my back.
When I woke up, two things happened. I told Sugar I was going to get ready to go out (which she told me she would not do - I should've insisted harder), and it hurt for me to smile.
APPARENTLY, I was sitting on one of the couches during vodka pong and I tried to get up. Instead of getting up, I went down...and hit my face on the floor.
That's a little sample of what my face looked like the next day. Yeah, it looked/looks like I was the victim of domestic abuse. I told people this too though, as I laughed about it the next day.
Basically, Thursday was a dead day because I was unconscious by 6pm.
Friday, however, I vowed that day drinking would not occur again. Pitbull works on a yacht. We hung out there for the day.
It was beautiful. I love these net things they have on the boats, except that Sugar knocked my water bottle through the net into the water below. Sug hasn't uploaded her picture where I was jumping off the boat yet though, so I don't really have many pictures of me on the boat.
We just listened to music, talked, lounged, ate beef patties and coco bread and relaxed. Jade came to hang out with us at some point and that was pleasant.
I don't know if I talked about Jade from the last trip, but I adore the guy. We have a no drama understanding. It was a very interesting evening though, because both Pitbull and Jade were after me that day when we went back to the condo.
Jade kept talking about October. Both of them kept trying to pull me close and kiss me when the other wasn't looking. Pitbull gave me a cleavage hickey. It was really confusing, but whatever. They started drinking heavy and tried to get me to join, which I didn't really do so much. It was an awkward "lust" triangle. I can't even explain it, because they both knew I was flirting with the other one too. I was doing it in front of them. They didn't care that I had just kissed the other. Jade knew I was going home with him, I think that's why.
Anyway.
We went to this bar that night to get food and of course I forget my camera battery. Sugar was drunk, Pitbull was drunk, Jade had left to go shower and change and whatever. He came back with his roommate and his whole crew basically and we posted up outside of the bar against the car drinking and such.
They decided to do "crocodiles" that night. I didn't want one, but somehow I was convinced to do half a pill that night, and it did nothing for me. Sugar, however, was teeth all a-chatter. I had to force her to chew gum on both sides of her mouth and escort her to the restroom. On the way, I ran into the kid who I had originally thought stole my phone. I went to go talk to him after putting Sugar back where she needed to be.
Kid might pay for me to go back for New Years. Max apologized to him for beating him up. Everyone asked about my face, it was just an interesting time. We meted out whatever issues we had.
When I got back to the car I cut Pitbull off and shoved a water bottle into his hand. He was a mess.
We were there until closing, not having made it to any of the clubs, and hardly having danced. We hung out at Jade's until around 5am. I was EXHAUSTED, but I got to cuddle with these little gems:
Willow and Plus One (or so I deemed her, because she has no name yet). After just kind of hanging out with everyone, Jade and I "went to bed".
I spent all of Saturday at the house, hanging out with the puppies.
Plus One
I went back to the apartment in the afternoon and got ready to go out. We were supposed to go to Margaritaville, but I don't know why we went so late. We ended up having to pay, and we had waited for Max to get there. It was around 2 when we went. Max wasn't feeling well and the drinks were so expensive, so when I went to go get another drink back at the room, Max and Sugar left too. 15 minutes later, when we went back to MVille, it was pretty much dead.
Pitbull and I took it to the pool.
Sunday we hung around. We were supposed to go on the Yacht, or this guy Kevin's boat, but both options fell through, which pissed me off. So Pitbull and I went to the beach.
We were there around sunset. After the ocean, we took it to the shower. Then we went to Jade's for dinner.
Hung out at Jade's while the boys played poker until 5am, and then Jade and I took it to bed.
Woke up around 9, said by the Jade and his roommate took me and Pitbull back down to the condo. One of Jade's friends' mom is a politician
Shahine Robinson
And it was nomination day on Monday. So her son - Jade's friend - had brought tshirts for the rally. I took one and was wearing it all day. I got a lot of questions, looks and comments about that shirt throughout the day. It was actually kind of funny. SHOWA!
Jade was supposed to come back down to say hi before I left, but his roommate got stuck in traffic and he didn't come. Pitbull took me to the bus, we ate lunch, and off I went. The cab was cheaper on the way back to the airport. I was there later than I anticipated, but there were no lines and so I ended up being super early. Stopped at duty free, got some free wine samples, coffee and food. Hung out by myself and used the wifi until my flight. The flight was nearly empty and I had an empty seat next to me.
Ackee Wine, Sorrel Blush and Rum Wine
It was a really good flight and I made it home by like 12:30.
It was a very uneventful trip and I'm a little annoyed we didn't do more, but I'm not upset and there wasn't much drama, which is always nice.
Oh, Baby Hustla's baby mama texted me over the weekend. He lied about having a kid. That's going nowhere.
I saw Playboy last night. Good times, good times. He left his watch at my house. I'm trying to decide if it was on purpose. I doubt he's going to have feelings at any point, but it was a little odd, that's for sure.
I'm still undecided on how I feel about Jamaica. I love it, but I don't know if I quite love it the way other people do...although I might just be trying to convince myself that's the case.
Or, THERE'S A MOTHERFUCKING SQUIRREL IN MY MOTHERFUCKING ROOF.
Or, many. There are many goddamn squirrels that like to run around in my ceiling around the time of sunrise every day.
That's what I wake up to, folks. I wake up to the pitter patter of little claws, scrambling around above my head, hoarding random shizz for the impending winter.
They make me want to kill babies (baby squirrels maybe) and are embarrassing when I have company.
"Oh don't mind those scraping noises above us...those are just my upstairs neighbors."
"I thought you said no one lived upstairs."
"Did I say neighbors? I mean obese rodents with poofy tails." Seriously, these things are so fat they have a hard time getting up the tree. You should've seen the one that was perched atop my rotting warty pumpkin the other day eating the little nubbins. Fatties through and through.
They fight make other noises too. Some squealing, some screeching, some other noises that are just absurd. Bitches and hoes they is, bitches and hoes.
In other more festive news, you should try these because they are brilliant and make all of my holiday dreams come true...in my mouth.
I'm really awful at this blogging thing, so here's what's been going on with me lately that I may or may not embellish upon later.
Work was hell last week. Actually for two weeks it wasn't the most spectacular place. My boss was gone and I had 9 grants due in two days, 7 of which were absurd and required hardcopies and CDs and FedExing. I actually thanked the FedExing gods on Wednesday night because as I caught the last FedEx pickup JUST as he was leaving the building (that I had literally thrown shit across the room to my desk, ran down 6 flights of stairs, jaywalked dangerously, hailed a cab and gotten to the pick up place all in 12 minutes to catch).I've noticed the FedEx gods are fickle though, as they did not pickup my package from the dropoff the night before causing my coworker to hand deliver a grant that was due on Wednesday to the MetLife building as my head spun and almost imploded from the 7 other grants I had to deal with.
This whole grant situation is quite stress inducing because NO ONE knows how to prepare for a deadline, and they have no regard for my workload or that of our grants office. In turn, the grants office HATES my guts because I stop paying attention to little details and end up sending them versions with STUPID mistakes, which makes me look like a complete fool.
Also, the grants office is 8 blocks away, which really blows when things need to have "per ink" signatures because it requires so much back and forth, and if my coworker didn't go pick up all of the signature pages I needed on Wednesday, I would've cried myself into oblivion and no one's grants would have arrived at their destination.
So I was at work until 8:30 on Wednesday. That's after dropping off the signature pages at the grants office at 7pm on Tuesday. Then I was at work until 7:30pm on Thursday because another of the doctors likes to push the deadlines and so I had to wait for her to submit her grant. All in all, I had worked 35 hours by Thursday and bitch didn't come to work on Friday. CHA CHING.
Guess what I did on Friday with my time off?
ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY...nothing.
I did nothing.
I took a whole day off to do nothing. I did go out on Friday night for the Mexican's roommate's boyfriend's bday. I wore wedges (so my feet hated me) and vomited Sangria up at a wine bar before the night even started. We went to this gay club. It was entertaining for the two hours we were there, but my feet hurt and I wasn't drunk and I was ready to go home. So guess what I did on Saturday because I went out on Friday night? Nothing.
Yup. I did nothing again. I packed my bag for Jamaica. Cried in my head a little because I overpacked for the billionth time. I literally looked at the items in my bag and mentally noted the stuff that would never even be unfolded because I brought too much. However, I did get the essentials in my overhead compartment carryon. These essentials are 20 solo cups, 6 ping pong balls and a deck of cards. Yup, I'm going to figure out how the fuck we can play beer pong without a long table in Jamaica. I'm going to figure it out. I swear. There will be pictures.
Did I tell you that I'm going back to Jamaica on Thursday? Yeah...that's right, I'm a glutton for punishment. It should be quite entertaining though and I'm pretty excited about it. I'm ready to be done with the next few days though.
Jesus. I just realized I haven't updated since before Thanksgiving. So here's how that shizz went.
My mom started cooking almost two weeks in advance (I might've mentioned that). I started my cooking about three days before.
Mind you, we do Thanksgiving at our house on Saturday so we can invite friends who spend Thursday with their family. We also go to my Uncle's house on the Upper West Side for actual Thanksgiving, because they can never make it to our house due to my Aunt's family having some annual shindig. After my Uncle's Thanksgiving I took my car, leaving my parents to take the train home, and made my way over to the Mexican's for their Thanksgiving. Their party was lovely. I carved the turkey (which was the best ever) and The Mexican got schwasted, everyone was happy. It was a Merry Thanksgiving. Great success.
Here is what I contributed to Thanksgiving:
Mac and Cheese (I think I used about 7 cheeses)
Bacon and Jalapeno Mac and Cheese (Same base as above) - took to the Mexican's and abandoned
Bacon wrapped stuffed jalapenos (with herb cream cheese)
Bacon wrapped dates (stuffed with marscapone and almond slivers dipped in soy and brown sugar)
Spinach, artichoke and crab dip (with mozzarella melted atop - very much like a restaurant..but better)
Garlic Mashed Potatoes that are glorious and I don't even like potatoes
Brussel Sprouts two ways (baked and crispy, and creamy mustard)
Salad (with home made dressings)
Chocolate Chip Cookies
Pumpkin Cranberry Cookies
Gingersnaps and pumpkin dip
Sangria
Here's what my mother contributed to Thanksgiving:
Her famous spinach that I always always want
6 types of stuffing (cornbread and sausage, sausage and sausage, water chestnut and chinese sausage, some kind of vegetarian one, oyster, wild rice with something or other)
Gallatine (turkey stuffed with duck stuffed with chicken stuffed with sausage - no bones)
Turkey
Curry Pumpkin Soup
Homemade chicken liver pate
Cornbread
Mozzarepas
Mushrooms and Onions
Sweet noodle kugel with peaches
Stuffed mushrooms
Sweet potato casserole
Pumpkin pie
Apple Pie
Pear Tart
Cheesecake
.....I know I'm missing stuff, and some other people brought things as well but yeah...there was a shit ton of food and I remained mostly stress free. My mom and I didn't kill each other, and I was semi-social.
Here's what my dad contributed to Thanksgiving:
Labels - his one and only job was to label the food, he failed. I labeled most of the stuff. I guess he also did everything else my mom told him to, so he contributed SOMETHING. He went to the store a lot for us.
I didn't go to my college friend's leftover party on Friday though. I pretty much hibernated until Monday actually.
In other news, let me tell you about the new guys in my life.
You see, Compas is pretty much gone. He got the hint that I wasn't interested. I'm an ass. I've moved on. HWizard has been out of town for quite a bit, so that's all blah - but should be fine. Steel Pans works like a fucking fiend and has to wake up at the ass crack of dawn, but after our little tiff over money things are fine and he comes byfor quickieswhen he can. I spent the day after Thanksgiving with JBike, and saw him on Saturday. He'sfinally working so maybe my money will come back to me soon!
I decided last weekend it was time to really get on my meeting people ish.
So I've been talking to this guy that we'll call Big Blue, because he's a Giants fan. GAG. But whatever, we talk about football and it's sweet. I went to watch the games with him yesterday in the Bronx and it was rather pleasant. He invited me to dinner on Friday, but I couldn't get my shit together in time to go before going out with the Mexican, so Sunday it was. We spent the day watching the games and rooting against each other eating pizza. It was lovely.
After I saw Big Blue, I went to go see this guy I will call Baby Hustla...because he's 21 (JUST turned 21 on Nov. 6) and well...he's a hustler folks. That's right, I'm talking to a goddamn pubescent drug dealer.
Whatever. He's an idiot. He has a face tattoo (which he thinks is fine because it's a cross and he loves Jesus), he also has some bible verse tattooed across his whole chest and kind of up his neck. He has a baby face, but is at least taller than me. His family is from Jamaica, although he is not. He's been shot twice, and recently. Everything about him screams AWFUL IDEA, but he's entertaining. We cuddled, he tried to get in my pants, and I didn't do it! He did bite my fucking throat though. Thanks for the hickey, asshole. He said he wanted me to remember him every time I looked in the mirror. I nearly punched him in the face.
All of that being said, I will most likely see him again because I'm a fucking fool and I think it'll be good sex. Also, he makes me feel smart because he says some of the dumbest shit I've ever heard and who doesn't need an intelligence ego boost from time to time?
The most important new boy I will call Playboy...because that's what he is. He admittedly doesn't care much about girls' feelings. However, he's been to my house twice now (Thursday and Friday) and all we did was cuddle and well, I let him get to second base, but seriously it was precious. He's a really sweet guy - so far - and we're really comfortable with each other. Great cuddler. He does give me slight panic attacks when he wakes up, because randomly he'll wake up, make some random movement like pulling me close or basically waking up saying that it's time for him to go. Motherf-er, RELAX. I told him that, because it freaks me the fuck out when he does that. Also, his car was blocking my mom's in, so I knew he had to be out by 8, so I didn't sleep so well on Thursday.
Look, it's a work in progress, but I'm just proud of myself for keeping my pants on lately. Trying to form bonds of substance...although not one of these guys will end up going anywhere, so sad. They're all so damn cute though.
So damn cute...
Here's a fun little tidbit about today though. So I went to get the salad dressing from the fridge, and someone put it in there without screwing on the top and it slipped onto the ground and EXPLODED all over me. My shirt is currently drying. Thank goodness for layers. I smell a bit like balsamic vinaigrette and I had the stuff all over my face. I keep it classy blogosphere, I keep it classy.
