posted by: audra
well, kittens… what is everyone doing this weekend? gallivanting gayly through the woods? going on a three-day drinking/show bender? attending a housewarming thrown by one of the best party-throwers you know? using the pedegg for the first time? buying a bumpit & making your hair luxuriously big?
i think it’s safe to say i won’t be doing any of these things over the weekend. buuut, don’t fret: lots of drinking will ensue. for suresies.
sam & i will be crossing many a county line tomorrow morning, somewhat early-ish, to stay with my parents for a few days. seeing them will be nice, but i’m never real enthused to go back to my hometown. i don’t belong there, & every time i go back i feel more detached from it. in a good way. thanks, baby jesus! but…my parents are fun. they like the sauce. and not in a ‘hey-that’s-my-beer-cozy!’ way, either. there’s pinochle…lots of it. i hate card games, really i do — well, all games in general actually — but i’m rather good at this one & it makes me feel smarter & cunning, much like a fox in drag.
but anyway! honestly, i’d much rather stay in pdxoxo this weekend, maybe see a show, perhaps watch the boys in the band again, & definitely cook something. it seems like it’s been months since i made something in the kitchen that didn’t have to be slit open to allow steam to escape whilst in the microwave. pathetic!
fuck, where was i going with this…? random, right?! oh well. it’s gone too far now that it’s impossible for me to slow my roll. i’ll try to keep it on track for you, loves. i suspect that i will get lots of magazining done this weekend, as there’s not much to do when one is 200 miles away from the nearest sephora. i may even take pictures of this event. like i did at thanksgiving, reading up on demi-glace in my mom’s saveur, in the guest bed, at 3am. the lump on the right in the photograph is sam’s leg:
i thought i would come home, become an expert, make demi-glace & blog about it.
i made it as far as the reading part.
i blame the article that was likely about booze, with a title stolen from david sedaris. well, maybe he’s not the origin of the phrase, but i’d like to think he is:
this time i intend to get caught up on all sorts of fashion news…i think i’m at least two issues of harper’s bazaar and vogue behind! i have a stack of food mags as well…there will be absolutely no excuse for me not to cook now. none at all. i’ll take drunken photographs too, just as proof! you’re excited!
i take that back — if it gets hotter than fuck next week upon our return, i will not be cooking. i’ll be doing cocktail hours out, perhaps before getting a cock in my tail. what?! i know. this is a bullshit post & i’m sorry! the next one will be worth your time! promise!