guess who's coming to dinner!

For lunch today, Jeff and I went to the Moonlight Cafe in the ID with some co-workers. I tend to not like Vietnamese food, but Jeff loves it and decided I had to be dragged there. I ordered the very generic fried rice, which was fine. Jeff's Bun (Bhun? Not to be confused with Jeff's 'buns') looked great. I will refrain from commenting on Jeff's callipygousness. Anyhow, food was fine. We cracked open our fortune cookies.

Mine: You will attract cultured and artistic people to your home.
Jeff's: You'll be invited to dine in an adventurous place.

Yay! Jeff and Chris are coming over for dinner/movie tonight. I had the brilliant idea of getting things ready this morning, so I wouldn't be spazzing around after work. The goal was to try to make something not insanely fattening. As the holidays continue to approach, with things like the imminent Thanksgiving Food Frenzy, we're both trying hard to be good. So, I'm making mini-grilled pesto pizza appetizers, a red leaf salad with roasted balsamic red onions, a big pot of vegetable chili (with some andouille on the side for Chris and myself), and a brownie sundae with No Pudge brownies for dessert.

In other funny Jeff news: I keep forgetting my wallet. It's become somewhat ridiculous. Like, three times in a row. Jeff (happily) finds this all terribly amusing, but it's horrifying. I wanted to buy him dinner last Sunday, but nope--left my wallet at home. I needed to buy lunch the following Monday at work--left my wallet at home, Jeff spotted me some cash. I finally bought him a lunch and dinner to make up for it, and then when we went out today--I left my goddamn, motherfucking wallet on my desk at work! D'oh! I'm glad that Jeff couldn't care less and knows that I'm more than good for it (if I ever remember my wallet EVER), but good LORD.

I keep forgetting everything. My badge, my wallet, my brain...

Also, I sent Jeff a calendar request for next Thursday night, because we're going out for my birthday. I am very, very excited about this --I've been wanting to try a Tom Douglas restaurant here in Seattle for EVER, and somehow despite going out for dinner all the time, have never managed to hit one. We're going to crack open the tiny bottle of French champagne I bought in Paris! (And toast my unstoppable decaying.)

Anyhow, he accepted the calendar-request, and wrote back:

BTW, You can feel free to forget your wallet for this night :)

Hee!

Also, according to one of those online real estate estimator places (yes, yes taken with a grain of salt), my place has appreciated ~$71K just in this past year. Woo!

Today? Definitely Friday. *bounce*bounce*bounce*bounce*bounce*bounce*