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Monday, January 17, 2005
I am so ridiculously tired today. Imagine that you have just been talking your best friend's mom through installing Windows XP on her toaster over the phone while lying stretched out on the couch. Imagine that you've had a hard night of drinking and are only just able to keep water down now. A pounding headache, tunnel vision and massive ennui. Well, I'm not that bad, but I'm the daytime TV version. And what's more, I didn't do anything remotely dodgy last night.
My weekend, which technically started on Thursday:
M-Jay's birthday party, which was supposed to be a quiet fish braai and turned out in inimitable M-Jay style to be a thirty people debauch which led to Oblivion and back. I went home before it really got out of hand, and so was not one of the littered bodies at her house like a scene from Wonderland. I made a papaya, mushroom and pecan nut salad (my invention and speciality in salads), which was gone in seconds. I'm hungry.
Tracy's sushi evening followed, in which I believe I was successful in inventing two new ingestibles - the sushi burrito, which in literal translation means vinegared rice wrapped around a small, possibly raw, donkey; and the snapdragon, a sipping shooter. A snapdragon is yum. Try it at home - take a 1 1/2 ounce shot glass and fill half of it with triple sec, then fill to the brim with freshly squeezed lemon juice. There was much drinking and madness and I slept over for fear of perishing on De Waal drive. I won a bet at some point in the evening.
People, let me help you out here: never bet with me. It's not that I'm always right (but I am). It's that if I make a bet at all I'm so sure you might as well bet about the spelling of my own name. Just don't do it unless you're trying to lose.
So Saturday was pretty slow. Tried to convince Mark to go see a movie, but he has trouble keeping a lot of stories in his head or something. I don't get it. Anyway, he wouldn't see Closer and he never lets me watch things I've seen already, so we couldn't see Garden State. So we just went home and watched Ripley's Game on DVD. I love John Malkovich.
I did see Garden State on Sunday though. M-Jay and I went out for (real) sushi and then caught this fabulous movie. Yay!
M-Jay thinks that the love story portion of the movie is a little far fetched. Maybe - I won't say any more about that here because I want you to go out and see the movie yourself. And don't wait for DVD, beotches! What I will say is that it doesn't matter. The movie's worth rests on more than its story - it rests on re-educating you to be honest to yourself if not to others. You know, it's not a groundbreaking message, but we forget, we forget, and the new format, especially wacky-shaped for easier swallowing, just drives it home.
My weekend, which technically started on Thursday:
M-Jay's birthday party, which was supposed to be a quiet fish braai and turned out in inimitable M-Jay style to be a thirty people debauch which led to Oblivion and back. I went home before it really got out of hand, and so was not one of the littered bodies at her house like a scene from Wonderland. I made a papaya, mushroom and pecan nut salad (my invention and speciality in salads), which was gone in seconds. I'm hungry.
Tracy's sushi evening followed, in which I believe I was successful in inventing two new ingestibles - the sushi burrito, which in literal translation means vinegared rice wrapped around a small, possibly raw, donkey; and the snapdragon, a sipping shooter. A snapdragon is yum. Try it at home - take a 1 1/2 ounce shot glass and fill half of it with triple sec, then fill to the brim with freshly squeezed lemon juice. There was much drinking and madness and I slept over for fear of perishing on De Waal drive. I won a bet at some point in the evening.
People, let me help you out here: never bet with me. It's not that I'm always right (but I am). It's that if I make a bet at all I'm so sure you might as well bet about the spelling of my own name. Just don't do it unless you're trying to lose.
So Saturday was pretty slow. Tried to convince Mark to go see a movie, but he has trouble keeping a lot of stories in his head or something. I don't get it. Anyway, he wouldn't see Closer and he never lets me watch things I've seen already, so we couldn't see Garden State. So we just went home and watched Ripley's Game on DVD. I love John Malkovich.
I did see Garden State on Sunday though. M-Jay and I went out for (real) sushi and then caught this fabulous movie. Yay!
M-Jay thinks that the love story portion of the movie is a little far fetched. Maybe - I won't say any more about that here because I want you to go out and see the movie yourself. And don't wait for DVD, beotches! What I will say is that it doesn't matter. The movie's worth rests on more than its story - it rests on re-educating you to be honest to yourself if not to others. You know, it's not a groundbreaking message, but we forget, we forget, and the new format, especially wacky-shaped for easier swallowing, just drives it home.
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