Parade weekend
It was a busy weekend. Sometimes it's good to be busy. My cousin arrived Friday evening; we had hummus and beers, went to see my brother play an excellent set, and then had Italian sandwiches. We turned in early in order to prepare ourselves for the next day.
The next day was parade day, and it was a long and fun one. We ate egg sandwiches at my neighborhood deli for breakfast and headed to our first destination, a party at my classmates' house on the route. There were mimosas and bagels and the cookies I brought, sugar cookies colored pink, the parade's signature color, with pink sprinkles that accidentally made them look a lot like boobs. It was all in good fun! We visited and hung out in the grass and caught beads and it was mostly sunny and very pleasurable. My cousin LOVED the neighborhood and had many intelligent things to say about urban design.
After the parade, we headed to the next party of the day, where there were margaritas and red beans and rice and homemade French bread and a front porch and more good company. Then we went to our third and final party, another classmate's birthday party, where there was another spread of great food and fun. By this point, I think my cousin and I were a bit delirious, so we headed home in the rain and basically turned in early.
This morning we were up with the birds and went out for cafe au lait and beignets. Then he returned home, and I put my fixins in the crockpot and didn't leave the house for the rest of the day. I worked on homework for a billion hours in a row and am proud of myself for getting a lot done. The food smells amazing, and I'm ready to relax with the Oscars. I'm watching Mickey Rourke on Barbara Walters right now, and can I just say, he would still be a pretty handsome guy despite his bludgeoned face if he did not have such RIDICULOUS hair, such silly glasses, and such a hideous striped gray suit, purple sash, and blue and orange striped shirt with an enormous collar. What is he thinking, and can't someone close to him stage some sort of intervention? This is his moment! And it is a shame that someone doesn't step in and whip his look into better shape for his step back into the sun. It genuinely saddens me.
It was fun having my cousin as a houseguest this weekend -- there is something really special to me about talking about family with someone who really gets it and likes to talk about family, too, and about where and whom we came from -- and I look forward to the next parade! I plan to get over myself and throw a party for it because it runs close to my house and life is short. I think I will cook something Irish-themed in my, what else, crockpot. People always get kegs for parade parties, but I feel like I might be a little too old for a keg? Maybe I can think of some other fun drink to serve. Anyway, I can't think about this anymore right now because I need to see what my movie star girlfriend Kate Winslet is wearing.
The next day was parade day, and it was a long and fun one. We ate egg sandwiches at my neighborhood deli for breakfast and headed to our first destination, a party at my classmates' house on the route. There were mimosas and bagels and the cookies I brought, sugar cookies colored pink, the parade's signature color, with pink sprinkles that accidentally made them look a lot like boobs. It was all in good fun! We visited and hung out in the grass and caught beads and it was mostly sunny and very pleasurable. My cousin LOVED the neighborhood and had many intelligent things to say about urban design.
After the parade, we headed to the next party of the day, where there were margaritas and red beans and rice and homemade French bread and a front porch and more good company. Then we went to our third and final party, another classmate's birthday party, where there was another spread of great food and fun. By this point, I think my cousin and I were a bit delirious, so we headed home in the rain and basically turned in early.
This morning we were up with the birds and went out for cafe au lait and beignets. Then he returned home, and I put my fixins in the crockpot and didn't leave the house for the rest of the day. I worked on homework for a billion hours in a row and am proud of myself for getting a lot done. The food smells amazing, and I'm ready to relax with the Oscars. I'm watching Mickey Rourke on Barbara Walters right now, and can I just say, he would still be a pretty handsome guy despite his bludgeoned face if he did not have such RIDICULOUS hair, such silly glasses, and such a hideous striped gray suit, purple sash, and blue and orange striped shirt with an enormous collar. What is he thinking, and can't someone close to him stage some sort of intervention? This is his moment! And it is a shame that someone doesn't step in and whip his look into better shape for his step back into the sun. It genuinely saddens me.
It was fun having my cousin as a houseguest this weekend -- there is something really special to me about talking about family with someone who really gets it and likes to talk about family, too, and about where and whom we came from -- and I look forward to the next parade! I plan to get over myself and throw a party for it because it runs close to my house and life is short. I think I will cook something Irish-themed in my, what else, crockpot. People always get kegs for parade parties, but I feel like I might be a little too old for a keg? Maybe I can think of some other fun drink to serve. Anyway, I can't think about this anymore right now because I need to see what my movie star girlfriend Kate Winslet is wearing.
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