Another Reason Why Organics Rule

Mbf and I went to a house party last night to help celebrate my friend C’s recent marriage. They had a quiet civil ceremony at city hall last weekend, and then hosted last night separately to keep things simple. It had a games theme – and get this – yours truly outscored ALL the men on the racecar driving game. *grin* It was pretty fun actually, with a real-sized steering wheel and foot pedals and everything. (Thankfully it had an automatic setting – I can’t drive stick to save my life.) But yeah, I kicked butt and took names. C’s husband had it all set up super-sweet: the game was projected through an LCD player onto this big movie screen on the wall. Wish I could say I did as well at the Wii portion of the evening. (I suck soooo bad at Wii – and I have no idea why - and no one else could figure out what I was doing wrong. Maybe I just need more practice or something. I’d only ever played once before… when C and I snuck out of a work conference early and went back to her place to play Wii bowling… which I also suck at. *sigh* Anyone willing to coach me so I don’t have to suffer further public humiliation? Pleeeeease?) I’ll just have to rest on the laurels of my driving prowess, I guess.

Anyway, I was going to post this last night when I got home, but I ended up falling asleep in my clothes after I got done taking my make-up off. When Charlie woke me up this morning looking for food, I was still in the same position I had crashed in. I completely blame that bottle of organic Dolcetto Di Dogliani, 2006. It did me in. But HA! This means that I can finally get my drink on again – complete sobriety simply did not suit this girl. At all. Rotten allergies. *shakes fist* [I became anaphylactic in February and have a ridiculous number of things I am now allergic to. We're talking Epi-Pen City. More on that later.] Funnily enough though, mbf, even after all these years, had no idea that I was “feeling the effects” until I told him in the car on the way home.

Mbf: Really? You are?

Me: *grins* Yep, ‘lil bit.

Mbf: So this means you can get drunk and stuff again?

Me: I think so…! Yay for organic wine!

Mbf: HA! I just thought you were having a good time.

Me: I was, but there was that little added element… it always makes me giggle more.

Mbf: Yeah, you’ve always been a happy drunk.

Me: This is the best news EVER! I can hide amongst the sober and hatch my evil plans…

This is that Charlie I was mentioning earlier. He wouldn't stay still, so there's a bit of an "effect" as a result. He loves to camp in his IKEA tents... Yes, tents. He has three. And a silly mom who loves his little fuzzy face to bits.

It's Almost Summer

I was just out on the balcony thinking yet again this year how glad I am that we are on the third floor, right in the tree canopy. It's the closest thing you will get to a back yard in a city center high-rise. That being said, it will still be a few years before I have the down payment together for a house... and then I'll have a real backyard of my very own. And a mortgage. And a lawnmower. And weeds. Hey... wait a second!

Egmont Insists...

... that this is tantamount to phoning it in, but it makes me giggle every time I see it, so I had to share. (There are 18 of these featuring different animals and birds by the way. It's a few years old - the ad campaign that is - but I think you'll agree it's a classic.)

A Grand Re-Opening: Soup

Pretend for a moment that my bloggy kitchen caught fire and all my previous entries were violently consumed in deletey-type flames... except for the last two that is. (They're singed and a bit crispy, but still serviceable.) Now imagine that the cyberwalls have been re-painted, a new sign hung, and a new menu rolled-out that truly embraces this curious soup theme. Oh, and then meet Egmont! He's been hired to edit, add his two-cents, and generally manage things when I am away or in danger of sounding too serious. (Maybe it's because of his consistently sunny disposition, but I can't help feeling like we'll get along just fine.)

No One Said This Had to Have a Point

So we're sitting in the cheapie movie theatre watching The Stone of Destiny when the entire row of seats begins to shudder and then suddenly mbf disappears from beside me.

Me: *looks down at mbf on the floor*
Mbf: What the f@%k? *tries to move*
Me: Are you okay? *stiffles a giggle*
Mbf: My seat just broke in two places! *struggles to get up off the floor*
People Across the Aisle: *laughing and pointing at us in the dark*
Me: *hauling on his free arm* C'mon you, get up off the floor.
People Two Rows Ahead of Us: Shhhhhhh...!
Me: *whispers* You're not hurt are you?
Mbf: No... *jumps to his feet and sharply straightens clothing*
Me: Oh, sit down already. Here: take my old seat. Now are you understanding what's been said?
Mbf: No... not really.
Me: How far back?
Mbf: *shrugs*
Me: *rolls eyes and starts the re-cap* Okay, well you see, the two main guys went to the pub to...

In other words, if his seat hadn't disintegrated beneath him, he would have sat through the whole movie catching nary a bloody word. For some reason mbf has a really hard time understanding Scottish accents, and even most English accents for that matter - which surprising really, considering the fact that he lived there for a bit.

In Lieu of Fall and Winter...

The other night mbf and I got into a funny conversation about childhood memories. Now keep in mind that we come from two totally different cultures, so to find a common experience between us is fairly rare.

Mbf: I remember that I really loved to play with Legos!
Me: You had Legos? No way! I loved Legos too... I played with my brother's. Well, maybe they were ours combined, but they stayed in his room.
Mbf: Yeah? I used to build all sort of things with them...
Me: Me too! Hey! We should get some for us and build little cities and stuff.
Mbf: Cool! Hey - Did you know that you can now get erotic Lego?
Me: Really? *raises an eyebrow*
Mbf: Yeah! They have these little tiny battery-powered motors...
Me: BAWAHAHAHAHAH!
Mbf: What the...? *looks shocked at sudden outburst*
Me: You meant ROBOTIC! *continues to giggle*
Mbf: Yeah... Why what did you think I said? *still looking confused*

Did I mention that sometimes our respective accents get in the way of clear communication? He says that on average, he misses at least 30% of everything I say because of MY accent. The funny thing is, that until I met him, I didn't HAVE an accent. *laughs*