i’m watching paula deen right now and she’s got amy sedaris on making meringue. it’s weird that i feel like i KNOW amy sedaris and all of the rest of the sedarises (sedarii?) because of david sedaris’s books. even though i don’t. i wish amy sedaris would come to my house and make me cupcakes and we coud watch cheesy tv together.
paula’s got a pair of leopard skin pajamas on and it’s very weird. i don’t think anyone should wear leopard skin anything. ever.
marques and i went to columbus last weekend to see the arcade fire. they were absolutely amazing. i was concerned about the whole musical translation thing, because the arcade fire is so…. eccentric sounding. but they were awesome. and i think there was a little zombie girl in the background during “no cars go” though i’m not sure exactly what she was supposed to be. i like to think she was a little zombie girl.
we ate at the north market before the show where i had a gyro stuffed with lamb and tsatszki and big hunks of onion. it was so good, it made up for no gyros at the greek festival the weekend before. then we ate jeni’s ice cream — we had scoops of the queen city cayenne, the maker’s mark butter pecan, and the salty caramel. the salty caramel was my favorite, hands down. i love salt and caramel together — i love pressing grains of kosher salt into good quality chunks of caramel and sucking on all the goodness.
on the way home, we drove through hocking hills and looked at the leaves turning colors. we stopped in athens after getting lost and settled for lunch at the pita pit, thereby breaking my “no restaurants at home” rule.
driving home, the air was cool and you could smell fall coming. this week, it did. i’m wearing my new favorite outfit right now, an outfit that magically looks like my stomach is tucked in and it color-flattering. i’m waiting for my girl cara to come over and pick me up. we will then go purchase some pear cider or maybe sam adams octoberfest. possibly. no more girly drinks. maybe.
this is marques’s and my second autumn together. it will be our third winter. it’s very pleasant and comforting to continue to wake up beside him. the other night, i became irrationally angry at him and went to bed without our general goodnight kiss-and-snuggle. but in the morning, there he is. again. as always. it feels like we’ve been together forEVER but everyday i want to learn something new. it’s embarrassing how much i love him. almost as much as salty caramels.
today i drank two cups of hot chocolate while watching the season finale of top chef. by the way, really top chef? i’m disappointed.
i also ate a bag of popcorn. i was briefly concerned while opening the bag that i would develop the dreaded popcorn lung, but fortunately, my breathing does not seem to be affected. yet.
i’m excited for this weekend because marques and i are going to columbus. we’ll be seeing the arcade fire play, and then finish it up with a sightseeing jaunt through the hocking hills region to see the start of the leaves turning colors. and brief lunches at quaint restaurants. and cookies, hopefully.
a lot happened this summer, more than i care to write about. so i think i will chalk this up as a lost summer and start from the fall.
however, we did move. we found a new apartment, and it’s much nicer than our old apartment. and quieter. no more david bowie midnight playlists.
the other day, i got to go to the annual pumpkin festival media dinner. i ate about 56 pieces of pumpkin fudge. i am a pumpkin-a-holic. and i am now officially ready for fall, for cool evenings where you need to wear a jacket, and leaves turning colors. when i was younger, surrounded by mountains full of trees that were red, yellow, green and brown, i always thought they looked like a bowl of fruity pebbles.
i love fruity pebbles. they are an excellent cereal.
anyway, since things have calmed down greatly, i can find some time to write more, which is exciting.
i had no idea until recently that half iced tea/half lemonade was called an arnold palmer. i love that drink. it’s good with green tea/lemonade, too.
i am the worst girlfriend ever. there are about 15 dishes in the kitchen that need to be washed. last time the dishes needed washed there were about 150 and marques stood in the kitchen and scrubbed each and every dish for 90 minutes because that is how marques is, he’s a doer, and not a putteroffer.
i am a putter offer, and i don’t want to do the dishes.
so i am sitting here eating his easter candy.
seriously, tomorrow you might see a “and then marques broke up with me because i hate doing dishes and i ate all the cadbury eggs” post.
i was watching the wonder years on some crappy cable access channel and then it went to a time-life music collection infomercial.
hosted by air supply. the co-host, angela, is like, “i can’t believe i’m sitting here with AIR SUPPLY!”
me either, angela. me either.
dude, i’m not even kidding you when i say that if katamari damacy is ever released for the wii, that will be a day when my heart explodes with joy.
i was excited to see this even though it’s not really a very reputable source.
seriously. wii. katamari. heart exploding.
