Hot Dips (littlewashu) wrote,
Hot Dips

The morning after my INfamous pertater soop

Today seems very very weird. Not unpleasant, just . . . weird. And it seems to be creeping by SO slowly! Not in the normal I'm-impatient-to-go-home way, just . . . I keep looking at the time and finding myself amazed at how early it still is. Okay I think i can describe it better -- usually I'm like "arrgh I can't believe it's still X hours til I get to go home" but today I'm like "man, it's only been X hours since lunch? Amazing." Maybe it's because I came in late today.

I made potato soup last night, for eight billion people! Not really eight billion, but thirteen people came! If you count me, and you'd better, then that's fourteen! I made two pots of soup, one with bacon and one lacking bacon, and they were both scraped clean. The soup was good. I hardly had any. I just . . . wasn't hungry, I guess. It tasted really good, though. And thick! I was supposed to put 14 cups of milk in each pot (fourteen cups of milk!) but I only put in seven or so. I sort of like it better that way, though it's less soup and more . . . gruel. If gruel can be good. Can gruel be good? Has it just gotten a bad rap, poor gruel? Or does the word "gruel" specifically mean that it's nasty?

I drank too much wine. Well, I drank a lot of wine, anyway, and was running around, and then we smoked, and all of a sudden I realized, "uh oh". So I made a glass of ice water and I tried to stay kinda still and just MAINTAIN, you know what I mean? So my guests started leaving and I just said goodbye from the couch, sorry about that. And then one group was leaving -- I can't remember if it was Tami/Manning/Ben or Sarah/Dave/Mambo, they're identical gender combos, and my wine-addled mind can't recall -- and they said goodbye to me, and I stayed on the couch, and someone laughed and said "Washu, you look like you should go to bed," and then another one of them said, a little seriously, "yeah, Washu, go to bed."

Man, go to bed! That honestly hadn't even OCCURRED to me before then, I mean, guests, I had guests! But I realized that, realistically, that was probably the best plan of action. And there's this thing that I do, in many situations, when I'm indecisive -- or rather, when I have a decision to make, and I know what I want to do, but I'm not sure if that's the RIGHT decision to make -- I'm sort of waiting for someone to give me permission, you know? So when that person, whoever it was, Tami or Manning or Dave or Sarah, told me to go to bed, I thought, yes, I will go to bed! I waited until they were gone from the living room, and then made a beeline for my bedroom door. I didn't say goodnight to my remaining guests; I apologize for that, but I didn't think I could take standing and shooting the shit for five more minutes and acting like I was practically okay, which I sort of wasn't, but I also didn't want to mope over and grunt "I'm going to bed thanks for coming," so I just disappeared instead. Thank you to my remaining guests for coming and eating my soup, and for closing up shop when you left so that robbers didn't come in and steal my cat. I went to bed in my clothes and didn't change position, I don't think, all night. And my hair was still up in pigtails and it's curled real nice today so I think I should go to sleep with them up more often, in the future, does anyone know a reason why this wouldn't be a good idea? It won't fall out or anything, will it? My hair?

In the morning I had the tiniest bit of a hangover headache. I probably could have made it in to work on time, but I would have been a zombie and unproductive (pssh, like I accomplish anything before ten on a normal day) so I called work and said I would be late, took a couple Advil, and went back to sleep for another 45 minutes or so. I felt much better, so good plan, Washu! Unfortunately it means I will have to stay until 5:30 tonight, and that sort of sucks, but that's okay, I'll survive.
Tags: cooking, drinking, recap

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