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azurelunatic: It's 50k to December, we've got a full pot of coffee, half a pack of pocky, it's November and we've got no plot. Hit it. (nanowrimo: 50k to december)
I was looking for a festive beverage for the remote Thanksgiving shenanigans, and my eye lit on the bottle of lingonberry syrup from IKEA.

I added various amounts of the following to my cup over the course of the day:

* Lingonberry syrup (sweet enough on its own for me)
* Limoncello
* Triple Sec
(I'm sure it could be done with many different citrus boozes)
* sparkling water
* ice

I contemplated cinnamon of some kind, but I was already doing enough as it was.

It was very tasty and hit the spot for both cranberry flavor and for a booze.

There was a lot of chat with Belovedest's siblings, and some game-playing. I made some fanart of a Twitter thread on terrible lawyering. I didn't get a chance to chat with Ev. I did get more than 500 words written, a noble effort for the day.

Things we made included:

* Turkey (5 hours for a 20 pound bird)
* Smashed potatoes
* bacon on a rack
* asparagus in bacon fat
* biscuits from a can
* cornbread, mostly for cornbread stuffing - next time make a 2 box batch
* cornbread stuffing (next time a 1/2 sausage batch, not 1/4)
* gravy from a jar
* the aforementioned cocktail
* cranberry sauce from a can

We did not get around to breaking out the salads.

Next time, I may flowchart the various recipes and temperatures and dependencies, but nobody was feeling up to anything that involved, and we woke up at a reasonable time instead of a silly time to get the bird buttered and roasting.

Next time, we should shower earlier (like, right after getting the bird in).

Also next time, better cat-proofing if Escape Calico is going to be the loose character. Because she's started poking her li'l noezzzzz into people's plates, and made a good effort after the bacon.
azurelunatic: Abstract blobby colors, captioned "Thesis thesis DRUNK" (thesis thesis drunk)
I contemplated investigating the various celebrations of the Feast of St. Mark Downs yesterday, but opted not to. I was still a bit wound-up from the festivities of the previous day.

I'd decided that it was probably time to start winding down for the evening, and curled up on my bed with a book, when [livejournal.com profile] norabombay pinged me and declared that she was not walking a foot farther than necessary in search of dinner, and I was the one with the car, and we had approximately an hour and twenty minutes before Bad Things happened to Ase's blood sugar (on which point I trusted her, for she and Ase are, after all, Fandom Married). The spirit of urgency had affected me. I located my jacket, clock ticking, trying to think where we could go that I knew where was, knew was edible, had parking. (My contribution to the discussion: In-n-Out.) [livejournal.com profile] ase declared that JD should come too. (Ase and JD had bonded, as I'd hoped they would.) This made things much easier, as I am not particularly adventurous (I am seriously not the local that you ask for dining tips, nor Fun Things to Do tips), but JD likes to try anything and everything. There was a brief four-way chat (me on Google Talk with Nora, Nora in the room with Ase, me on the phone with JD, and Ase saying that she should Skype JD); JD located a place (after I clarified that in-the-city was not the priority, *close parking* was); Nora kept saying "MEXICAN MEXICAN MEXICAN" (having been thwarted by the chairs at the previous night's taqueria); JD made reservations for 1930hrs, this being the earliest feasible and appx the anticipated time of crash. I zipped out the door 5 minutes behind schedule already, not entirely sure quite if I would also have to pick up JD and Ryan, and whether everyone would *fit*.

Locating the hotel was exciting. I was, as I made the approach, on schedule to arrive at 1900hrs (as planned, having caught up the time on the highway), but Riddle was not happy with the tall tall buildings, kept losing his lock on enough satellites to keep him oriented, and the display was lagging a good 30 seconds behind, with the indicator swinging about wildly. This was not the happiest of events. I arrived 10 minutes late in front of the hotel. Just as I pulled up, the phone rang; I thought it was Nora, and deeply confused MissKat by saying "I can see you guys now, ok" to her.

We wound up at Stonestown mall, 10 minutes behind the planned time of 1930hrs. It was Chevy's; it turned out to have been better for JD and Ryan to meet us there, and there they were, at the table, already with the chips and salsa.

Ase had a truly gigantic Long Island Iced Tea. I had underestimated the size of the large frozen strawberry margarita. When alcohol is really affecting me, I feel it in my thigh muscles, a warm tingle that feels either like the urge to create motion or a warning of weakness. The frozen strawberry margarita got passed around like a communion cup.

It was good for everyone to meet Ryan.

Everyone had leftovers. It was a *lot* of food. One dessert was enough for everyone to share.

MissKat had impeccable timing, and called back just after I'd dropped Ase and Nora at their hotel. We cannot go too long without talking, because that means we are missing parts of our brains!


When Ase moves here, and the next time Nora visits, we are going to have to plan more stuff ahead, because it would have been really nice to have Tif and possibly other people there too.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Saturday, 0012: @afuna dunno, but there were evidently the two, find, and seek. seek is still live but find is loopback, ahahaha.
  • Saturday, 0037: I am dogsitting while my aunt, uncle, and cousin are at a tango convention. The house is very big and empty.
  • Saturday, 0044: Got Tiger Balm for thumbs & wrists. Feels less like intermittent knives and more like thumbs again.
  • Saturday, 0924: @gils9965 I think it's more along the lines of encouraging people who don't ordinarily to do it for once. (Also for the sake of St. Hallmark
  • Saturday, 0928: @gils9965 I am naturally affectionate & don't mind showing that other times of the year, but some people just aren't.
  • read the other 28 )


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azurelunatic: Abstract blobby colors, captioned "Thesis thesis DRUNK" (thesis thesis drunk)

All the booze in the world
All the booze in the world
Peppermint schnapps, two bottles of almond amaretto, homemade apricot cordial, triple sec, homemade cherry cordial, Bailey's, cacao liqueur, buttershots (2), lime and grenadine, vanilla schnapps, rice wine (cooking), blackberry manichewitz, cranberry mix, coffee liqueur, vodka, plum wine, some random wine JD likes, rum, and tequila.



This is what I brought to the inauguration party. We won't drink all of it, but the three bottles sideways there were JD's, and I didn't feel like unpacking the box. Funtimes for all!

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azurelunatic: Egyptian Fayoumis hen in full cry.  (loud fayoumis)
In my lofty position as the Captain of the carpet ship, I celebrate ... with Ben & Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie ice cream and peppermint schnapps.

The peppermint schnapps is really a crucial part of this equation. It's sort of like a float, because the ice-cream is now floating. I am less tactful than usual when deleting spammers. Note the following: Drunken and tactless reporting of spammer )

The grocery store does not have the high-lighters that I require for work. I pout, even though I will survive a few days without yellow in that particular style. I pout mightily.

It seems that somewhere between this morning and tonight, I just got hit with "A Cup of Time" bunnies again. I'm not entirely sure what-all is going on with that universe, but Dolores (the Original Character who is in no way Prof. Umbraige) is back in my head, insisting somewhat hysterically that it is not fair to leave her with undone errands for this length of time. Her husband is surely a Gary Stu, except I think I can get away with it because he does not steal the stage and he is sufficiently mild-mannered and harmless and stereotypical that he is almost a cardboard character. "Buggy colds" indeed! The only way I risk breaking character is violating the Limited 3rd Person and having Dolores (she does not get a shorter nickname as most of my characters do, because she will never be anything but Dolores; she will never be Dee, she will never be Do or Doll or even Dodo or Dolly) know too much about her husband's line of work would violate her character with the Gary Stu nature of her husband.

My nail polish is all chipped. I should renew it before work tomorrow.

The first writing group meeting that I ran, officially, went surprisingly smoothly. (Or maybe that was the peppermint schnapps poured liberally over, onto, and into my pint of the ice cream? Because that was excellently smooth; I recommend it with all good cheer!)

There was a rather potentially creepy incident in the parking lot of the supermarket. In the supermarket, I'd seen someone wearing a Star Wars T-shirt, a man the mid-to-late 30s/early-to-mid 40s range. I nodded cheerily to him as we passed on separate shopping errands. No words exchanged. Fast-forward some minutes, and I'm out in the parking lot headed home. A truck pulls close enough to make me nervous. "Would you give me your phone number?" this same fellow inquires.
I gape. "...No," I say, because there's really no other answer that a sensible girl gives at this juncture.
"Please?"
I manage to utter some sort of negative, and the rather stymied fanboy and his truck go off about their business. I watch the vehicle drive away and make sure it doesn't lurk somewhere nearby before going actually home. On the one hand, I'm flattered that people find me attractive on the strength of my appearance. On the other hand ... um? On the gripping hand, the sanctity of my phone number remains intact, and I wasn't followed home.

It might have been different had he asked me for an e-mail address, and had the circumstances been better-lit and better-chaperoned. Even though I'm very, very bonded, and very, very not interested in creating new relationships.

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