Cooking dinner for friends and smoking at least an ounce of skunk.
STARTER: Thai Watermelon Salad
MAIN: Tagliatelle, Spinach and Goat's Cheese
PUDDING: Something from Hiroki, king of desserts
what is the purple forest?
I'm jealous of the skunk, for all I have to smoke is some pedestrian brown shit. But smoke it I will. And watch whatever bullshit is on the tube...
No one else is going to Billy Bragg? I'm way excited for it, personally.
Leaving town. Asgainz.
going to linda's - getting drunk, cursing the weather, and playing rummy. the skunk sounds mighty fine.
I'm trying to decide between Le Gourmand and The Brooklyn tomorrow night. Any votes?
@7 -- Le Gourmand. They just remodeled and the dining room is beautiful. Stop by Sambar beforehand and you might see me. Might not.
Getting high, making dinner, and going to band practice, followed by a nightcap at the Galway and 6 hours of sleep (gotta wake up early enough to hit the farmers market when it opens!).
But with the weather being what it is, all I really feel like doing is going home and taking a nice long nap...
@2 - I believe it is also a marijuana reference.
Jar City and maybe swing by Neumo's to party with the Governor.
I didn't even know you could find 'pedestrian brown shit' in Seattle.
In Austin we called it 'Schwag' and it was more pervasive than sunshine in the Lone Star State.
I'll be building a "house of cards" out of ice cream sandwiches with Dick Cavett and Jerry Garcia. Cheeba, of course, will grace the prelude, along with "Incense and Peppermints."
@8 : How dressy is it? Not that I'm planning on showing up in sweats and a t-shirt or anything...
Beer and porn. Naked. On my couch.
Where's the bourbon tasting?
BATTLE. STAR. GALACTICA.
I'm probably going to be fucking around with what has somehow without my knowledge or consent turned into one million USB devices that all want to plug into the same port. Which is located in a dark and filthy place that is impossible to get to without accidentally squirting my testicles up into my throat at several thousand miles per hour. Swearing will definitely be involved; possibly weeping. Whiskey afterward.
I'm dry :(
Anyway, I'm buying a used Taylor acoustic tonight. Then something involving beer, I'm sure.
@9 - thanks. that's disappointing though.
@13 -- You're asking the wrong guy -- I put on Dries Van Noten to empty the recycling.
I'd look smart but not at all stuffy -- does that help?
Just kidding. My plans involve cake. And perhaps champagne. A grand and glorious dance of freedom may also occur, depending on the quantity of alcohol consumed.
One of our commenters is a Cylon agent; can you guess which one?
Last time I saw Billy Bragg, I ended up leaving 3/4s of the way through to get a room and fuck. Good show.
Beating my boyfriend until he screams "Yellow!" Then one more good whack and a cuddle. Followed by sweaty endorphin-rich sex.
@7: Le Gourmand. I have no plans tonight. Weird.
Le Gourmand is scary good. Expensive.... I've never been to Sambar, though. I should.
Battlestar Galactica totally jumped the shark, but I still can't resist watching it.
Roslyn needs to get thrown out the airlock, though.
*(a Kent based gardener)
So basically I'll dress like Lee Adama in last week's episode. Just south of Foptown but north of Dandyville.
droppin' some of this Lucy that has found it's way back to town!
@ 11: dude, I'm in MO, where you can mos def find PBS.
It's not exactly tasty, but if I had to give a review, I'd say, "heckuvajob, Brownie."
London after midnight concert at el corazon. I have an extra ticket too. Anyone?
#32, it probably beats trolling the ashtray for green.
Eating olives, mostly
@28 - Roslyn is the Last Cylon.
I changed Monique's plans. We drank wine and played Pandemic, then talked about our cats while the mens talked about programming. So grownup, so boring.
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