stick a fork in me
Feb. 21st, 2004 12:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideI am so thoroughly STUFFED. Excuse me while I take my pants off. Gaaaah.
Had dinner with Judy, John, Jeff and Ellen. The original plan was to grab a quick bite to eat on the way to dropping Jeff/Ellie at the airport. They're flying off to Boston to surprise Jeff's dad on his 60th birthday (isn't that sweet?). As this was our first chance to get together since their return from Hawaii, Judy and John decided to join us (yay!). Judy, with her poor temperamental stomach, had nixed Mexican food. After much debate we picked Bahama Breeze at South Center Mall.
Waaaaaaaaay too much food was consumed. We had a bubbly, cheerful waitress who clearly loved the food and was able to answer any and all questions off the top of her head. She was adorable. Of course now I am too full and want to die. Also, I never need to eat food of any kind ever again. Jeff and I couldn't decide between the paella and the West Indies ribs (the smell of which made us swoon in the parking lot) so we split both and since he was flying away and I was going home--I have leftovers. Woo! I can also heartily recommend their tomato conch chowder.
I also scored another free meal. Yeah, I don't know how I'm doing this, either. Honestly, I'm not a blood-sucking leech. Jeff and Ellie paid because I was driving them/picking them up. But paying for my tacos at El Gallito is one thing, a three-course meal is another. Clearly my status as a poor, struggling college student has placed me on the sympathy-list of my generous and financially stable friends. I have to find sneaky, subversive ways to pay them back because they all gang up on me. Yes. I do realize how lucky I am. And as soon as I make my first million, I'm going to buy them all ponies.
I'm going to get to the theatre early tomorrow and buy Judy's movie ticket and bully her into popcorn. And I think I'll make Ellie and Jeff the vegetarian chili so they don't have to cook Monday night after traveling around all weekend. And buy them some groceries. Cause this is ridiculous.
Hobbes is full of meowy love tonight. Why? Because earlier, whilst I was running around getting dressed, he dove under my shoe and had his paw squished for his pains. Is there anything more horrible than a cat squealing in pain? His paw was fine, no limp or anything, but I felt like an axe murderer and followed him around begging forgiveness. And thus, I fed him early. Now I'm home and he's thinking I'll have forgotten and is innocently asking for dinner, again.
Look at that reproachful face. No amount of face licking will sway me.
Have to come up with a Plan B for Ellie's birthday as Judy is doing a '30 years of Ellen' photo thing. I think I'll make her a quilt. And since I'm going to be up around Queen Anne tomorrow, maybe I can hit Nancy's Sewing Room. It's almost sad how giddy the thought of bolts of fabric makes me.
In other random news, I'm thinking of getting my eyebrows waxed. I don't quite have a unibrow, but they are so bushy and twin-caterpillar-y. I'm not at Peter Gallagher levels yet, but don't wish to be, either. Or maybe I've just watched one too many episode of Queer Eye.
Had dinner with Judy, John, Jeff and Ellen. The original plan was to grab a quick bite to eat on the way to dropping Jeff/Ellie at the airport. They're flying off to Boston to surprise Jeff's dad on his 60th birthday (isn't that sweet?). As this was our first chance to get together since their return from Hawaii, Judy and John decided to join us (yay!). Judy, with her poor temperamental stomach, had nixed Mexican food. After much debate we picked Bahama Breeze at South Center Mall.
Waaaaaaaaay too much food was consumed. We had a bubbly, cheerful waitress who clearly loved the food and was able to answer any and all questions off the top of her head. She was adorable. Of course now I am too full and want to die. Also, I never need to eat food of any kind ever again. Jeff and I couldn't decide between the paella and the West Indies ribs (the smell of which made us swoon in the parking lot) so we split both and since he was flying away and I was going home--I have leftovers. Woo! I can also heartily recommend their tomato conch chowder.
I also scored another free meal. Yeah, I don't know how I'm doing this, either. Honestly, I'm not a blood-sucking leech. Jeff and Ellie paid because I was driving them/picking them up. But paying for my tacos at El Gallito is one thing, a three-course meal is another. Clearly my status as a poor, struggling college student has placed me on the sympathy-list of my generous and financially stable friends. I have to find sneaky, subversive ways to pay them back because they all gang up on me. Yes. I do realize how lucky I am. And as soon as I make my first million, I'm going to buy them all ponies.
I'm going to get to the theatre early tomorrow and buy Judy's movie ticket and bully her into popcorn. And I think I'll make Ellie and Jeff the vegetarian chili so they don't have to cook Monday night after traveling around all weekend. And buy them some groceries. Cause this is ridiculous.
Hobbes is full of meowy love tonight. Why? Because earlier, whilst I was running around getting dressed, he dove under my shoe and had his paw squished for his pains. Is there anything more horrible than a cat squealing in pain? His paw was fine, no limp or anything, but I felt like an axe murderer and followed him around begging forgiveness. And thus, I fed him early. Now I'm home and he's thinking I'll have forgotten and is innocently asking for dinner, again.
Look at that reproachful face. No amount of face licking will sway me.
Have to come up with a Plan B for Ellie's birthday as Judy is doing a '30 years of Ellen' photo thing. I think I'll make her a quilt. And since I'm going to be up around Queen Anne tomorrow, maybe I can hit Nancy's Sewing Room. It's almost sad how giddy the thought of bolts of fabric makes me.
In other random news, I'm thinking of getting my eyebrows waxed. I don't quite have a unibrow, but they are so bushy and twin-caterpillar-y. I'm not at Peter Gallagher levels yet, but don't wish to be, either. Or maybe I've just watched one too many episode of Queer Eye.
