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thepnutgalleryTuesday was Justin's official birthday celebration, since he was leaving the next day. It was a noble, if last minute attempt by his roommate to get everyone together and celebrate. They ordered pizza and baked a Splenda cake- neither of these were vegan, but I was really very happy about that, as I've been eating kind of a lot lately.
Wednesday I took an extended lunch break at work to run some errands, and eat lunch at an Indian restaurant called Madras Cafe. FWIW, it was horrible. Go to Cafe India or India Princess. Anyway, I worked late, both because I ran the errands and because I had a shoot for The House. The shoot went really well: it was an absolute pleasure to work with Kristina, and I've always been a fan of that sketch. I did, however, get my head dunked in a fairly gnarly sink, and I will therefore be getting a batch of The Greatest Cookies Known to Man, or a vegan version thereof.
On Thursday, I posted on the Post Punk Kitchen forums about this year's Pake - I've decided that I want to do a pie inside of a cheesecake, though I'm not sure what kind of pie I want to use. Blueberry would be the natural choice, but it seems pretty boring. Mostly I was met with disgust over my decadence, but someone suggested a Pake Wellington - layers of cake and pie, wrapped in pie shell. This is apparently supposed to be done with a jelly-roll style cake, but I had it in my head to build it vertically, and bake it in a soup pot. Ken got so excited by the idea that we went and made one that very night. Mocha-Rasberry cake, strawberry pie, and a homemade crust. Oh, and cream cheese frosting on top. :-D
Finally got to try the pake on Friday - DAMN TASTY! I ate mine with whipped cream, which only made it worse for me, and then I also tried my idea of freezing the whipped cream in a bowl....lots of calories. Anyway, Dallas, Jason, Kenny, and a friend of his all came over, some tried the pake, some didn't, and then we went to Rich's. It was fun, although I kept losing Ken. The first time he said that he and Kenny were going to get a drink.....10 min. later, I circle the bar and see no sign of them. When he does show up, he mentions that he and Kenny had gone to have a heart to heart. The same thing happens later, only Ken doesn't even tell me he's leaving, he just disappeared for a while and apparently had another heart to heart with Kenny. Meanwhile, I'm dancing with Justin and a boy named Jonathan, the latter of whom seems quite smitten with me, and I'm not really sure what to do. I'm still not sure I made the right decision by not going home with one of them, but whatever. Ken's internal timer goes off, and we walk home, but don't have sex. I stay up eating, though I see in the morning that I hadn't eaten nearly as much as I thought I did. Go me.
Went to Black's beach on Saturday, though we were there waaaaay too long for my taste. Ken and Kenny drank, and I declined. I reminded myself, while there, that I don't have "game", but I don't really need it - I'm a social person, and I'm perfectly willing to talk to just about anybody. It's not necessarily about hooking up, it's about making friends. 2/3 of the folks I talked to wanted our number, so those aren't bad odds. One of them had scars like mine, though I got the vague feeling that his were of a sexual nature. Towards the end of the trip, I got snappish, Ken got whiny, and Kenny ignored our repeated attempts to inform him that we were leaving. Ken tried to defend Kenny, which is not necessarily a problem, but he did it by saying I was equally to blame, and thus the discussion of Who Was Right began. See my earlier thoughts on Ken meeting "the real me" for more on that.
Anyway, back at home, Ken crashes on the couch and I start eating, but decide to clean instead, and do a marvelous job scrubbing the stove-top. Finished that while Ken was still sleeping, and tried unsuccessfully to get in a nap of my own. Eventually, Ken woke up and invited Dallas over. We were going to go to two housewarming parties, Cake at Bourbon St. (their celebration of the August birthdays), and then possibly to LL Bear at Rich's, but ended up just doing one of the parties and Rich's. The party was a lot of fun, even if there were no diet mixers - I played DJ and drank a lot of Malibu and Vanilla smirnoff. Technically it also had cranberry juice in it, but not enough to change the color. We eventually made our way to LL Bear, where I'd never been before, and Ken, always considerate of my allergies, was kind enough to pay my cover. Inside, the place was PACKED and the music was fantastic. I finally got to dance to Hung Up, which I had never heard in a club. It were awesome.
I invited a gent home with us, and kept dancing with him even after he mentioned that he was Poz, and then danced with a boy who I thought was going to follow us home. He and I were dancing fairly heavily, and I started kissing his neck until Ken pulled me away, mentioning how not okay he was with me making out with a boy in front of him. I left my snark-stick back on the beach, so I didn't mention the boys he made out with Pride weekend....the boys he made out with instead of watching me in the parade.....anyway, a bit later, we're both dancing with the guy and suddenly the guy is very rude to Ken, which means that I no longer have interest in him. Just a little after that, Ken and I head home, him telling me the whole way how strongly he feels for me, and how he would tell me anything I asked for, but would volunteer that same information to April. *shrug* Just means I need to know what to ask. I had been taking a break from bottoming all week long, in order to fully heal up from a old injury, and finally ended that break when we got back. It was good stuff, though neither of us came.
We slept in on Sunday, despite my normal dislike for doing so, and finished up what we started just before going to bed. After that, we went to IKEA with Dallas and bought a computer desk, then hung out at Dallas' until I had to leave for rehearsal. After rehearsal, I met up with the boys at Baja Betty's, briefly to Nelson's, and then back home. The boys ordered a pizza, but I was the only one sober, so I picked it up. Kenny passed out on the couch without even eating any pizza, and Ken and I called it an early night. I didn't care for my Sunday - I didn't really do anything, and I don't like that. I'll fix it next weekend.
Wednesday I took an extended lunch break at work to run some errands, and eat lunch at an Indian restaurant called Madras Cafe. FWIW, it was horrible. Go to Cafe India or India Princess. Anyway, I worked late, both because I ran the errands and because I had a shoot for The House. The shoot went really well: it was an absolute pleasure to work with Kristina, and I've always been a fan of that sketch. I did, however, get my head dunked in a fairly gnarly sink, and I will therefore be getting a batch of The Greatest Cookies Known to Man, or a vegan version thereof.
On Thursday, I posted on the Post Punk Kitchen forums about this year's Pake - I've decided that I want to do a pie inside of a cheesecake, though I'm not sure what kind of pie I want to use. Blueberry would be the natural choice, but it seems pretty boring. Mostly I was met with disgust over my decadence, but someone suggested a Pake Wellington - layers of cake and pie, wrapped in pie shell. This is apparently supposed to be done with a jelly-roll style cake, but I had it in my head to build it vertically, and bake it in a soup pot. Ken got so excited by the idea that we went and made one that very night. Mocha-Rasberry cake, strawberry pie, and a homemade crust. Oh, and cream cheese frosting on top. :-D
Finally got to try the pake on Friday - DAMN TASTY! I ate mine with whipped cream, which only made it worse for me, and then I also tried my idea of freezing the whipped cream in a bowl....lots of calories. Anyway, Dallas, Jason, Kenny, and a friend of his all came over, some tried the pake, some didn't, and then we went to Rich's. It was fun, although I kept losing Ken. The first time he said that he and Kenny were going to get a drink.....10 min. later, I circle the bar and see no sign of them. When he does show up, he mentions that he and Kenny had gone to have a heart to heart. The same thing happens later, only Ken doesn't even tell me he's leaving, he just disappeared for a while and apparently had another heart to heart with Kenny. Meanwhile, I'm dancing with Justin and a boy named Jonathan, the latter of whom seems quite smitten with me, and I'm not really sure what to do. I'm still not sure I made the right decision by not going home with one of them, but whatever. Ken's internal timer goes off, and we walk home, but don't have sex. I stay up eating, though I see in the morning that I hadn't eaten nearly as much as I thought I did. Go me.
Went to Black's beach on Saturday, though we were there waaaaay too long for my taste. Ken and Kenny drank, and I declined. I reminded myself, while there, that I don't have "game", but I don't really need it - I'm a social person, and I'm perfectly willing to talk to just about anybody. It's not necessarily about hooking up, it's about making friends. 2/3 of the folks I talked to wanted our number, so those aren't bad odds. One of them had scars like mine, though I got the vague feeling that his were of a sexual nature. Towards the end of the trip, I got snappish, Ken got whiny, and Kenny ignored our repeated attempts to inform him that we were leaving. Ken tried to defend Kenny, which is not necessarily a problem, but he did it by saying I was equally to blame, and thus the discussion of Who Was Right began. See my earlier thoughts on Ken meeting "the real me" for more on that.
Anyway, back at home, Ken crashes on the couch and I start eating, but decide to clean instead, and do a marvelous job scrubbing the stove-top. Finished that while Ken was still sleeping, and tried unsuccessfully to get in a nap of my own. Eventually, Ken woke up and invited Dallas over. We were going to go to two housewarming parties, Cake at Bourbon St. (their celebration of the August birthdays), and then possibly to LL Bear at Rich's, but ended up just doing one of the parties and Rich's. The party was a lot of fun, even if there were no diet mixers - I played DJ and drank a lot of Malibu and Vanilla smirnoff. Technically it also had cranberry juice in it, but not enough to change the color. We eventually made our way to LL Bear, where I'd never been before, and Ken, always considerate of my allergies, was kind enough to pay my cover. Inside, the place was PACKED and the music was fantastic. I finally got to dance to Hung Up, which I had never heard in a club. It were awesome.
I invited a gent home with us, and kept dancing with him even after he mentioned that he was Poz, and then danced with a boy who I thought was going to follow us home. He and I were dancing fairly heavily, and I started kissing his neck until Ken pulled me away, mentioning how not okay he was with me making out with a boy in front of him. I left my snark-stick back on the beach, so I didn't mention the boys he made out with Pride weekend....the boys he made out with instead of watching me in the parade.....anyway, a bit later, we're both dancing with the guy and suddenly the guy is very rude to Ken, which means that I no longer have interest in him. Just a little after that, Ken and I head home, him telling me the whole way how strongly he feels for me, and how he would tell me anything I asked for, but would volunteer that same information to April. *shrug* Just means I need to know what to ask. I had been taking a break from bottoming all week long, in order to fully heal up from a old injury, and finally ended that break when we got back. It was good stuff, though neither of us came.
We slept in on Sunday, despite my normal dislike for doing so, and finished up what we started just before going to bed. After that, we went to IKEA with Dallas and bought a computer desk, then hung out at Dallas' until I had to leave for rehearsal. After rehearsal, I met up with the boys at Baja Betty's, briefly to Nelson's, and then back home. The boys ordered a pizza, but I was the only one sober, so I picked it up. Kenny passed out on the couch without even eating any pizza, and Ken and I called it an early night. I didn't care for my Sunday - I didn't really do anything, and I don't like that. I'll fix it next weekend.
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