December 17th, 2004

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I have a lot to write about, but no time in which to write it.

Like, I never got to talk about last weekend.  And how Jeff and I saw The Santaland Diaries, and I thought it was great, and that Meghann did a fantastic job.  And how Vince was my date to my company Christmas party, and we had a pretty good time.  And how the Eagles won.  And how I woke up on the couch at the Manse at three in the morning, jolted awake by the opening scene of the recent remake of Dawn of the Dead.  I left after the scene was over, explaining to Jeff "I don't like scary movies," and then proceeded to go home and have nightmares about zombies.

So that was last weekend.

My very good friend the illscientist is visiting.  He came down Wednesday night and we went out to Bob & Barbaras to celebrate Maggie, and also to watch drag queens lip-synch to old pop songs.  Then we went back home and shot the shit until three ay em.  Thursday we got up really late, and then went to the mall.  We took a look at Santa Claus, but chickened out and didn't wait on line to meet him.  I bought things in a) Victoria's Secret, b) Hot Topic, and c) Yankee Candle.  How eclectic!

Then we went back home and made cookie dough whilst listening to Christmas music and drinking nog (of the egg variety).  Does it get any Christmassier than that?  Oh I forgot Earnest Goes to Jail, we watched Earnest Goes to Jail (Dave took a big fat nap in the middle of it).  It wasn't too bad, actually.  A lot of stuff smelled like a Pee-Wee Herman ripoff, though, which was weird.  Know what I mean?

We had dinner at the Tuscan Tavern.  I'd never been there before.  It was good!  And the prices were totally reasonable!  We had a bottle of wine and I ate rotisserie pork.  I almost never order pork, but when my mom makes a pork roast for . . . um, Christmas?  Some holiday, she cooks it on a rotisserie and it is delicious.  So I went for it, and it was delicious.  I only ate a bit of it, though, because we had had a late lunch.  So I'll have some more for dinner tonight.

We stopped by 508 to say hello and show off my car [my car was like your mom last night: everybody took turns driving] and watch Adult Swim and play Bubble-Bobble, or Snood, or Ponce de Pon, whichever you want to call it.  I won!

Then we went home and baked cookies (I couldn't find my cookie cutters!  They are so cute!  I'm such a disorganized asshole) and I went to bed at three in the morning again.  Baking in the middle of the night rules.

Today when I get home from work we'll bake the saucepan fudge crackle cookies.  And then get ready and go out to a Christmas party.  It's really nice having Dave around, I don't think we've hung out this long in a row in . . . ever.  It's really nice.  He says "those fucks" a lot, though.  But then I say "dude" all the time, so who am I to talk?

Man, there's a scratch on my passenger-side door already.  Already!  Ain't that some shit.