Welcome to Mystery Date! (and fine dining)…

My folksies were in town for the weekend. A joint birthday trip to see some good art Met style. My dad really likes Max Ernst and they’re throwing a retrospective thingie, so why not.

And they don’t usually pull something like this, but they decided to treat themselves to a really nice meal, one of those overly priced culinary experiences that are totally worth it until you see the check.

Look at us all, dining like the Lords of the Universe we are.

Oh wait, you can’t look at us all, because tonight we’re playing mystery date. What can I say, girlie didn’t want to be mentioned on the blog, and I shall appease. Oh censorship, I tried to buck against you, but sometimes you just can’t.

Dad, crazy son of a bitch that he is, ordered a bullshag.

That’s whiskey and beef bouillon, for those of you not in the know.

I ordered a sublime steak with mashed taters (started with the lobster ravioli).

Damn, that shit was tasty. I mean TASTY!

Unpictured, dad’s rack of lamb, Karen’s glazed boneless duck, and Mystery Date’s Halibut. I tried them all and they all melted in my mouth, epicurean delights of the highest order.

Karen got a candle for her dessert.

And some presents from the Met.

We're so happy,

After a meal like that, who wouldn’t be?

Maybe the guy with the check? He wouldn’t tell me how much it was, but I sneaked a peek. DAMN! No joke baby, no joke. I think most people would rather pay a month’s rent, but whatever… so delicious!

Thanks, La Grenouille.

Game Day Friday Night…

I will begin this post with a marvelous quotation (I will have you all know this now, quote is a verb, people, a verb, you have never heard a marvelous quote, only a quotation) from the late Mitch Hepburn, misquoted from Paul on Friday night:

“Yeah, I like playing games. Otherwise known as one of my friends is a competitive Ass Hole!”

This all ties together later.

Friday, the beautiful hostesing pair of nina and Rebecca (I will appease the young lady by referring to her as she wants to now be named, the full fullgrown woman sounding Rebecca, instead of the previous Becky appellation, which I met her as, and find difficult to leave behind. Or… maybe I will salt the wound by referring to her by all the bad nicknames we went over from here on out) invited me to dinner.

And what a dinner it was. Look at us all, readying ourselves for a night of good conversation and fine edibles.

Rebecky did not disappoint with her fine ass cookin’.

Yes, we all did merrily eat from the glorious abundance, and rejoiced in the hearth of our lively chatter.

Then it was none other than pie time.

Yes, Nina busted out her own culinary skillz to show off roomie Reb.

Oh man, Pie time. Pie time Baby!

I think we can all agree I was way too excited.

But damned if that shit wasn’t tasty as heck.

And this pie came from special makings. This magical egg carton.

That has produced seven doubled yoked eggs in a row.

(debate rages as to the meaning of this harbringer, long life to all, or radioactivity.)

maybe both.

Then game night began in full earnest.

Dominos over there (later backgammon), and scrabble over here.

And here the strands unite. As we all know, I am Hepburn’s Competitive Ass Hole.

They all felt this as I placed a two letter word.

To get 52 points (ex, two ways ((also making re)) with the eight point X tripled twice.) and acted rutkoff smug for the rest of the game. (listen, I had a reputation to live up to, and in 4 way you can so screwed by letters, I was just glad to have the opportunity to shine)

Oh end game.

And end night.

And sociopathically energetic Becca.

Who could not go to bed without making her kitchen sparkle.

And then we had the funny realization.

Man, scrabble is hilarious.

Thanks for the great night girls.

(Bec, sorry I didn’t get a three shot to end the post).

Fifths…

If you didn’t notice, yesterday was 5.5.05. I don’t remember thinking too much of 4.4.04 last year, or 3.3.03 two years ago for that matter.

For some reason, I really remember 8.8.88 though, because someone kept mentioning it.

But it’s extra special today as it is also Cinco de Mayo, the day Mexicans remember kicking some French ass, teaching maximilian to get out of dodge before he gets poked with the ugly stick.

Which brings me to some shocking news. This blog is over a year old, and I missed it. March eleventh made it 12 months and I didn’t even celebrate.

Oh how far we have come. On my count, I have made five people get accounts on this stupid hosting site I chose just so they could leave me a note (and welshotdog, its nice to finally have you), we added sound just yesterday, video snippets, more frequent posting…

Thank you all, for keeping my average 100 hits a week going.

Thank you for letting me let you help me.

What can I say. Fizzle fizzle oh fizzle.

You Only Think I Haven't Been Playing Poker...

But i have, been lazy about posting that is. And i still am. But here is the recap in photos only.

I can't really get into it right now, but lets just say as one star falls, another rises. John did not lose at all all month, winning the most money most of the time. and i lost. three times on the last hand, a few times just stupidly. The last one at johns house, i had all the mony the entire time until i let john buy in for too much, enought to cripple me, he left with it all.

what a sad demise. i was up like 130, and now im minus twenty.

sometimes life takes the bar and shoves it right up your pee hole.

On a lighter note...

Don't you love timewasting trivia blogs? i do, and the nerve scanner comes up high on my list. so, when i found this sexist chocolate bar (well, robert actually found it) i couldn't resist sending it in. And lo and behold, it made the cut! my own personal tip on a national online sex magazine.

(you see, i am actually as big of a loser as my depressive post articulated, something like this gets me giddy excited like... ((insert overly sexualized dustin comment here)))

So check it out. That picture of the bar, i took it, it's all my magical photographic eye.

depression? how can i be down with news like this.

The depressive rant erased...

I had this down in the dumps moment, and i went off on the blog, and it felt good, but i don't think i need to keep it on here, so i won't, but i will leave you with my favorite line:

I’m absolutely in love with fantasy versions of girls I know, I don’t really love them, I love the idea of them.

and the classic pity me end:

Yup.

That’s me on a staruday night. Going to hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy alone.

Now ill masturbate myself to sleep. Maybe ill even have the guts to cry.

(and, i must say, i am curious if anybody actually read the thing. i posted it last night at 1am and took it off at ten this morning, so the window was quite small, and the chances are slim. slim that anyone saw it, and slim that they actually read the whole thing.)