Lawn Chairs

friday night (wait? am i recounting my life for you? when did this turn into that kind of blog?) madhavi made me tom kha gai. or was it tom yum gai? i get my toms confused. anyway, it fucking rocked.

note to single people: fall in love with someone who can cook. it makes your tummy happy.

we ate the soup. then the peeps showed up and we played games. okay. so i realize that playing games is a far cry from "went clubbing" or "wrestled alligators" or "participated in amateur strip night," but hey, i like games. (and i've got ben kweller tickets for tuesday so piss off!)

after some apples to apples (and i still think anne frank should have won for hillarious, i mean. everyone LAUGHED ergo anne frank is hillarious) and this game that was new to me called 25 words or less which david brought, we played scatagories. i'd never played scategories before and now, thinking about it, think it possibly has the worst name i've ever heard. scategories sounds like having to identify wildlife poo while covered in blood. anyway. this game involves thinking up words that start with a particular letter (in this case, "L") that apply to a particular category (in this case, "items in a catalogue").

so what starts with L that comes in a catalogue?

right. Lawn Chairs. at least, this is what my brain suggested under time pressure and after three beers. not Lingerie. not Loafers. Lawn Chairs.

who fucking buys Lawn Chairs from a catalogue? not me, that's for damn sure. i don't own or want to own any lawn chairs because i do. not. have. a. lawn.

neither does madhavi, but that's what she wrote down, too.

lawn chairs. this was much more surprising then the fact that we both put down Luang Phrabang for the "city name" category as we've both been to Luang Phrabang and it's fairly unforgettable.

still. lawn chairs. kind of twilight-zoney. zoney? not a word.

anyway. on saturday, i went shmying around with kendra poo-flinger and ended up buying a new pair of glasses. i had thought i was just going to have fun trying on glasses and taking digi-pix of them, but then i found a pair i liked and with my insurance they were pretty cheap and i haven't bought new frames since 2000. so yep. i got new glasses. i should have them in a couple of weeks.

they make me look like an anime character.

then, on sunday (gosh, sorry this post is so long. stand up. stretch. let your eyes unfocus. fight RSI) it was anne and al's wedding shower.

get this. anne's aunt sent her a room full of boxes (small room, big boxes), each filled with wrapped presents for her wedding shower. it was a wedding shower in a box. it was more than a little stunning. it started with all the trimmings/decorations/table settings for the party. then we unwrapped the chicken in a biskit crackers and famous amos cookies and sugar-free hershey bars. then the gifts.

man. some of those gifts. when anne posts the pictures i'll link to them, but let me just tell you, her aunt gets an A+ in sweet thoughtfulness and an F in taste. it was almost as if she went rooting around in the back of the Hallmark dumpster but couldn't find anything sappy enough. let me just tell you. the first real gift we unwrapped was a cartoony bride and groom snow globe. the large olde tyme plaque listing the rules for children at the dinner table was good too, especially the rule suggesting children not "blow their meat."

do you hear that? do not blow your meat at the dinner table. that would be rude.

then we all went to the DMA to watch Deadwood, which Yeti's sister is on. Yeti's sister plays a con-artist whore. Yeti's sister looks seventeen and, sorry Yeti, pretty hot. This makes it all the more disturbing that she's going be whoring on the teevee. i do not think i would like to watch my family members whore it on the teevee.

then Yeti told me her gramps went to a play in which her sister raped some dude with a strap-on and i decided whoring on the teevee was not so bad.

i think i will leave you with that image. oh. and the phrase "space nards."