Sorry 2008

After last night's activities, Stink decided that he probably had a lot of apologizing to do, this wasn't helped by the fact that he had to wake up (still drunk) and meet up with his family for both his sister and dad's birthdays, and hadn't gotten them anything yet. On his way out he figured that he should probably do a catch-all mass apology, so in his absence we created a facebook event inviting anyone that might even remotely know of him. Titled "Sorry 2008" it should be enough to clear him of any wrongdoing from the past year.

The info is as follows:

Event Info

Type:	Causes - Rally
Network:	Global

Time and Place

Start Time:	Sunday, December 21, 2008 at 5:00pm
End Time:	Thursday, January 1, 2009 at 12:00am
Location:	Your life.

Description

If he has done anything to offend you: called you names, spit on you, defaced or stole your property, slept with your significant other or sister (unlikely), spilled beer or other drinks on you, kicked your dog, peed in your sink, drunk dialed/myspaced/facebooked you, gotten bodily fluids on you (of any kind), or forgotten to call you on your birthday, he's sorry.

On top of this, we put up some pictures of him in his lesser moments and several where his head was photoshopped onto random girls. 

These were my favorites:

 

Xmas

The time of the season for christmas parties. 

Saturday night I got the unique experience of both attending and hosting Christmas parties...

The former was actually something that I had been looking forward to for a while. It was a classy social affair (cocktail attire) hosted by a group of friends that I hadn't gotten to see since high school. It was actually really wonderful and well done on all fronts, I certainly jotted a few notes down on how to throw a pimp cocktail event, including getting myself a large drink tub or two and a never ending supply of champagne. 

Sadly, the event only lasted until 8:30pm or so and although I did have other things to attend to that evening, I wished that I had more time to hang out with those kids. Good people, although it was mostly couples that were there, which adds a certain social element that prevent people from really opening up and conveying their true selves. However being the up and coming young socialite that I am, I think I did a pretty good job of countering that element.

From there, I departed to attend my own christmas party. This was going to be a different type of party. I think the appropriate classification is shitshow. 

As with most of our parties, it typically begins around the scheduled time with no one 

having shown up yet and usually with my roommate Coco nowhere to be found. Slowly people

find their way in and by midnight things were in a nice swing and people were thoroughly 

enjoying themselves. Finally hours into our party Coco finally comes back and brings a 

boatload of people back with him. Now things start to get crazy. I didn't get to sleep before 

6:30am. The total damage was 2 kegs, handle of vodka, handle of peppermint schnapps, handle of Jager, a fifth of Jose, 70 jello shots, and about half of a handle of rum. All finished.

I'm trying to recall some highlights:

-Jello Shots with mini candy canes are awesome. Surprisingly, dipping the candy cane in my beer was also amazing. 

-"The Face" is growing in popularity. Similar to the shake-face, "the face" aka lipflap is both horrendous and hilarious. (flap you lips as hard as possible and snap the picture midflap.)

-Someone brought christmas cookies and they all got housed/tossed around the floor and stepped on. The thought is what counts...

-Although not really my scene, I supposed that it is worth noting that bands Breathe Carolina and The Millionaires came to our party. Asian chicks are always a plus...

-Our kitchen floor became such a slippery slushpit from the snow that people were tracking in, that it became a serious hazard and I fell down at least twice and numerous other people also ate shit on it. This was equally embarrassing and entertaining. 

-At one point my roommate, "Stink," was so hammered he grabbed a full pitcher o beer and poured it over his own head. I later found him soaked as shit wandering around with that look in his eyes like he is just on autopilot, and not actually paying attention to anything that is going on. I tried to convince him to go to bed, but that was met with angry backlash. However, in the process of arguing against this notion, he knocked into someone and spilled their beer all over them and the floor and quickly agreed that maybe it actually would be best if he went to sleep.

-This probably didn't last long though as I later found out that he peed in my closet, on my clothes. *Sidenote: this may or may not have been intentional, he tends to be very unpredictable with his urinary habits when he is at that point of intoxication, so I'm not too upset about the whole situation on account of him not realizing what he's doing. 

-Our kitten, Michael Phelps, was in Stink's closet, with his liter box, food, and water during the party so that he didn't get constantly get picked up and fondled/stepped on downstairs. At one point in the night though, Coco grabs MP's lier box and tries to move the whole operation into my closet (1/2 the size, minimal floor space, and lacking a door). In doing so however accidently dumps half of the liter box on my floor. He picked most of it up, and I moved Phelps back to Stink's room but there is still cat liter (no catshit thankfully) on my floor making it terrible to walk around in barefeet. 

-Our buddy Hudsy passes out in my closet for the 2nd consecutive party, without a blanket, and in possibly one of the most uncomfortable sleeping positions I can imagine. 

-There were a lot more, but they all sort of blur together. Overall the party was a huge success, everyone had a blast, we kicked all the booze, ton of people, interesting pictures, and no one went to jail. Weeeeee!

Jack.

This kid hurts bad.

Poke her?

Check it out.

Things that please me.

Fringe.

New shows can always be wishy-washy, but I am rather pleased with how Fringe is turning out. Some of the sheer nonsensity of it aside, it is starting to come together as some really exciting television. With only 10 of the first season's 22 episodes in the books, there is some pretty excellent groundwork laid down, and I'm pretty much hooked. JJ Abrams is well-versed in the art of drawing the viewer in searching for answers, but instead giving them just enough of a glimpse to spawn more questions. 

Joshua Jackson, better known as Charlie Conway, does a remarkable job of keeping things at least mildly grounded in reality and tossing in a good amount of wit. Additionally, Olivia Dunham. Hot.  

She is ambitious, driven, confident, sexy, and all the things that scream "independent woman" like 10,000 girls at a Beyonce concert.

Oh Olivia, you're almost too good at what you do!

Dexter.

This season, while good, had yet to really come together. That was until the past 2 weeks. Things were humming along a steady pace, and then outta nowhere!! things went nuts! Martin Lawrence truly said it best, "Shit just got real." It should be wrapping up in a few episodes and I am preparing to shit some bricks. 

Chauncey.

Thank you. 

DC HU Content.

(If you don't know what I mean by this, don't worry it)

A big shout out to Dogishead and Gman. This is some sick nasty for real shit. (aka I really appreciate the effort that you two have put in to make this series what it is.) It is alarmingly refreshing to see someone be able to dissect and teach in such a clear and concise way. A lot of love, and please keep it coming. Also, Snipes and bosoxx, you kids are doing some great shit too. I love all of it.

Pandora.

In case any of you still live in the stone age: Pandora.com is a free internet radio station site that allows you to create stations based on artists or songs that you like and will play music that is similar. You can thumbs up or thumbs down to fine tune your stations. It (usually) is really good about going through songs that you already know you like, and mixing in new music that you might like also. 

Some sweet stations: "Heart of the City (Ain't No Love)", The Killers, Vampire Weekend, and Sigur Ros (great for reading).

It continually impresses me with its selections (and therefore omissions) and the fact that something so sweet exists in the first place. Also, you can get it on your iPhone/Crackberry/ a few other phones. 

The weekend awaits... I'm headed out tonight to some Xmas party in Boulder, should be good times.

-Jordan

The Killers.

The Killers - Day and Age.

This album is preposterously sweet. I have continually been impressed with their work and they seem to really be coming into their own as a band. 

Also, it is def worth checking out Sawdust, which is a collection of rares and B-sides of theirs. 

Things to be thankful for.

With thanksgiving right around the corner it seems only appropriate that some wonderful culinary creations would be rolled out... 

Like this one...

This shit is absolutely, ridiculous(ly, amazing)!

If there is nothing better than roasting a duck and chicken inside of a turkey, than it is roasting a bacon wrapped duck and chicken inside of a bacon wrapped turkey. 

If only the pilgrims could get a look at this bad boy...

In other news, tonight seemed like a perfect night to try to incorporate some sort of eggplant into a pasta sauce. This was my first time ever actually working with eggplant and I must say that I am incredibly impressed with my results. All said and done, it was a roasted red pepper, baked eggplant, roasted garlic, banana pepper marinara served over bow-tie pasta. "Robust" is an adjective that comes to mind. 

This culinary adventure came about as an attempt to follow in the footsteps of a good friend of mine, who was gracious enough to surprise me with a jar of his own eggplant sauce last weekend.