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Mar. 5th, 2006 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI absolutely can NOT believe it is Sunday night. This weekend went by in an absurd flash.
Friday night I picked up some biryani and sat at home and gorged on Desperate Housewives. I'm almost perplexed at how much I love this show. And I'm curious if it's because the show is that wonderful, or if I just have that much lust for Mike Delfino, Plumber and Man of Mystery. Rawr.
Saturday I got up, putzed around the house, and went to pick up Stace. As always, it's great to have her visit--and it's always just as shocking that it's been like half a year since we've last seen each other. We went to grab lunch (Gorditos. Mmmmmmm.) and then I got to show her my place. She was delightfully gush-y, so there was much quiet preening on my part. Then we hung around catching up, waiting for the delivery guys to get there. They brought my pretty new dining table. There was a brief miscommunication between them and their office--they didn't realize they were supposed to stay and assemble it (as I'd already paid for that), but they did--it took them 10 minutes and they were very nice about it.
Then Stace and I went to go buy the first season of Desperate Housewives, because yes, I loved it that much and just needed to watch the last disc, which--cliffhanger! Grrr! And then we went out to dinner at Pair. There was a anxiety-ridden drive back because my headlights went out, leaving only the foglights. So we drove very cautiously, and I think it's a burnt fuse, so I need to stop by and grab some 10s (I only have 15s). We came back and Stace made me watch Pride & Prejudice, the Keira Knightly version. Except that I kept falling asleep so we continued the next morning. The backstory on this is that she really liked it and demanded that I watch it. I kept saying NEIN! Because I didn't like what the reviews said and omg enough with the remakes already. But I didn't like it at all. I won't blather on here about why except to say that it was largely Wrong.
Sunday morning we picked up Ellie and went to breakfast. Much squeeing about Paris since Ellie and Jeff just went last year. Then to the grocery store to buy some food for Oscar Fun. Got back, made some chicken wings and steak nachos and raspberry cream cheese brownies which sadly didn't turn out as good as I hoped. They were okay, but you know they weren't great if no one really wants to take some home. Hell, I didn't want a second piece, either. Jeanne brought rice krispie treats and I think we all had enough servings of that to satiate our sweet tooths. SO GOOD.
The Oscars were a lot of fun this year, thanks to the incomparable Jon Stewart. I didn't watch many of these movies (Crash and Wallace & Gromit, that's it!) so didn't have much of an opinion on who should win. I didn't care for all the pale white-blonde women in their champagne dresses--they looked so washed out! I'm sorry Felicity Huffman didn't win because I just love that woman. I'm glad Crash won best picture because I think it was amazing (if depressing and frightening). I liked Sandra Bullock's dress; hated Naomi Campbell's. Salma Hayek's boobs were optical-illusioned into looking absurdly lopsided, and speaking of boobs--Hello, Dolly! The best-actress smear campaigns spoof and the gay cowboy moments were my favorite parts. Hated the endless parade of clips/montages, and omg somebody get Lauren Bacall a cool glass of water and some support. I was terrified she was going to collapse on stage. Reese Witherspoon's speech went on way too long and was annoying, even though I tend to love her. And I'm not sure if I'm being cynical, but it sure seemed that after Philip Seymour Hoffman's touching speech to his mother, EVERYONE wanted to thank their mommy.
Also, George Clooney is SO my boyfriend. I loved his acceptance speech.
Friday night I picked up some biryani and sat at home and gorged on Desperate Housewives. I'm almost perplexed at how much I love this show. And I'm curious if it's because the show is that wonderful, or if I just have that much lust for Mike Delfino, Plumber and Man of Mystery. Rawr.
Saturday I got up, putzed around the house, and went to pick up Stace. As always, it's great to have her visit--and it's always just as shocking that it's been like half a year since we've last seen each other. We went to grab lunch (Gorditos. Mmmmmmm.) and then I got to show her my place. She was delightfully gush-y, so there was much quiet preening on my part. Then we hung around catching up, waiting for the delivery guys to get there. They brought my pretty new dining table. There was a brief miscommunication between them and their office--they didn't realize they were supposed to stay and assemble it (as I'd already paid for that), but they did--it took them 10 minutes and they were very nice about it.
Then Stace and I went to go buy the first season of Desperate Housewives, because yes, I loved it that much and just needed to watch the last disc, which--cliffhanger! Grrr! And then we went out to dinner at Pair. There was a anxiety-ridden drive back because my headlights went out, leaving only the foglights. So we drove very cautiously, and I think it's a burnt fuse, so I need to stop by and grab some 10s (I only have 15s). We came back and Stace made me watch Pride & Prejudice, the Keira Knightly version. Except that I kept falling asleep so we continued the next morning. The backstory on this is that she really liked it and demanded that I watch it. I kept saying NEIN! Because I didn't like what the reviews said and omg enough with the remakes already. But I didn't like it at all. I won't blather on here about why except to say that it was largely Wrong.
Sunday morning we picked up Ellie and went to breakfast. Much squeeing about Paris since Ellie and Jeff just went last year. Then to the grocery store to buy some food for Oscar Fun. Got back, made some chicken wings and steak nachos and raspberry cream cheese brownies which sadly didn't turn out as good as I hoped. They were okay, but you know they weren't great if no one really wants to take some home. Hell, I didn't want a second piece, either. Jeanne brought rice krispie treats and I think we all had enough servings of that to satiate our sweet tooths. SO GOOD.
The Oscars were a lot of fun this year, thanks to the incomparable Jon Stewart. I didn't watch many of these movies (Crash and Wallace & Gromit, that's it!) so didn't have much of an opinion on who should win. I didn't care for all the pale white-blonde women in their champagne dresses--they looked so washed out! I'm sorry Felicity Huffman didn't win because I just love that woman. I'm glad Crash won best picture because I think it was amazing (if depressing and frightening). I liked Sandra Bullock's dress; hated Naomi Campbell's. Salma Hayek's boobs were optical-illusioned into looking absurdly lopsided, and speaking of boobs--Hello, Dolly! The best-actress smear campaigns spoof and the gay cowboy moments were my favorite parts. Hated the endless parade of clips/montages, and omg somebody get Lauren Bacall a cool glass of water and some support. I was terrified she was going to collapse on stage. Reese Witherspoon's speech went on way too long and was annoying, even though I tend to love her. And I'm not sure if I'm being cynical, but it sure seemed that after Philip Seymour Hoffman's touching speech to his mother, EVERYONE wanted to thank their mommy.
Also, George Clooney is SO my boyfriend. I loved his acceptance speech.
