I haven't been writing recently, because I'm trying to be Good at work, when Being Good means Not Screwing Around On The Internet. To be honest, I haven't been doing such a great job. But I feel less guilty reading than writing. I'll tell myself I'm weaning.
Mitch is twenty-six! Last Monday, one week ago today, my best buddy Mitch turned twenty-six, and so did my good buddy Culann. To celebrate, we took the day off from work, and Culann and Carolyn and Mitch and Dave and I went to the shore. Holy cow was it hot. The water was nice and cool, though it made my eyes hurt. And there were no jellyfish! We got pizza, which is somewhat required when visiting the shore. Also Culann "won" a SpongeBob Squarepants guy, whose pants actually come off! SpongeBob Squarepants was far and away the most prolific boardwalk prize.
Then on Tuesday I took Mitchell to
Morimoto, and Neil took
Kelly (it were a surprise!), so there were four of us. It was, again, amazing. And I had the sushi this time. And Mitch had the steak, and he had never used chopsticks before, but he cut up his steak and ate it with chopsticks anyway, AND he ate the asparagus with chopsticks, which was possibly the most Adorable Thing Ever, but don't tell him I told you so, he'll get pissed off. Oh, okay, so while we were eating
the lobster? Or, poking it, rather? Mr. Moto himself appeared at our table, and sparred with the lobster. He pricked his finger on the damn thing, and when Kelly introduced herself, he had to shake her hand with his left. He sucked on his bleedy finger, just like a little kid. And he was wearing those outRAGeous pants that
chefs apparently wear; they were white with colorful chili peppers on them.
Oh man, see, now I've forgotten everything that happened to me all week, because I waited too long to write about it.
On Wednesday I made London broil sandwiches, and a
jus for
au jussing. And smashed potatoes. It was all all good. On Friday we hung out at the Manse, and that was maybe the first group event I've been to there so far, so that was exciting. The place is really shaping up. I can't wait for it all to be all done. I like that that place is really cool, and The House is really cool, but they're cool in
different ways. On Saturday I went up to
Ill's graduation party and saw a bunch of kids I haven't seen in a good while, and that was really really nice, and I wish I could have stayed longer. Ill's dad looks like Donald Sutherland, I don't know why I didn't remember that. But I couldn't stay because it was an hour-and-forty-five-minute drive (there's no nice highway that runs allaway up the left side of New Jersey, so I had to deal with a lot of traffic lights) and I had to return home for the Grand Birthday Bash. Kelly's birthday was Friday, so it was the yearly triple-birthday celebration. As I had begun my "celebration" so early that day, because of the graduation party, I entered the birthday party in a haze, and stayed that way the remainder of the evening. I nodded off a bit around 12:30ish, but just a bit, and I refrained from smoking the rest of the evening, and was able to stay up until fourish.
OH on Thursday I baked banana bread and gave it to Mitch. I tasted it a little, but I don't think I like banana bread too much, so I don't know if I did okay, or what I should change, or what have you. I'm thinking of trying cranberry bread next.
Yesterday I woke up around noon. Man, I was so good for a month or two, waking up with plenty of time to hit McDonald's breakfast, but these past few weeks, phew. No chance. Mitch didn't feel well from the night before. We went to my place for a while so I could shower and whatnot, and then got Taco Bell on the way back, and then I took a NAP from around five o'clock until nine-thirty, when Mitch put the lights on to wake me up. I can't believe I slept that long. Then we ate AGAIN and then we went to sleep at around midnight. I can't believe I feel sleepy today, after all that sleepin'.
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