Current mood:	happy
Current music:	Sarah Blasko: Be Tonight

on my profound appreciation for delicious amazing food
Wanna know what I ate last night?

You are SO jealous.

Did you click that? Did you see the pictures? Did you get insanely jealous, if you are not Sean?

Those chips; that unassuming but delightfully clever dip ("Hmm; what's that?")? I ate them. That bowl of soup? Mine. That plate of assorted goodness? That or something that matched--into my stomach it went. That cake? Okay, I was so asleep when the crazy soy cream berry happenings were going on, but GUESS WHAT I AM EATING RIGHT NOW?

Yeah. Please don't kill me.

Hee. Hee hee hee. Hee hee hee hee hee.

So yeah. This weekend was full of so much being ridiculously content. And it was one of those fantastic weekends where I actually REALIZED it--"hey; this is awesome, and I am happy"--instead of looking back on it later and going "dammit; that was really cool; how did I not notice that at the time?"

Quick Nicely organised run-down of the weekend:

• Friday was Vendredi Gras (no time to party on the real Mardi? Perhaps. Screw tradition.), AND I got to go to the spa (read: hot tub and pool at an inn downtown; we get in free with our ID) earlier that evening.
  • This was perhaps the most well-organized non-Pride party I have ever been to. A hell of a lot of fun. I may write more about this later. There were lots of girls kissing, and lots of beads, and lots of jungle juice, and some ice thing, and lots of things that I found very fascinating, and I looked damn hot, if I do say so myself, because when it's a nice little saturnalian party you can get away with That Shirt that you've never really worn before because it's so scandalous in ample lighting. Gods bless insufficient lighting. Also dancing. I like to dance. And this is a public post so I'm not going to say anything more. [please now envision a glowing halo above my head and imagine I'm straightedge or something.] [god; that almost makes it sound worse than it was...anyway...]
• Saturday started off with dumb rehearsal.
  • It was dumb because Friday night they sent out something at quarter after ten about "OMG REHEARSAL SCHEDULE TOTAL CHANGE FOR TOMORROW!!!!" and...no. There were few people from that cast whom I did not see at that party. They were not checking their email that night. Anyway, the gist of the thing was that this huge all-cast runthrough of a couple acts was, in fact, supposedly not happening anymore. So I think "Hooray; after this half-hour in the morning I am free long before 3:30, when I originally thought I'd be free!" And so I go back to my room to clean, and get everything out, and get a call on the telephone from Gabe our FANTASTIC [no; I really love this kid] stage manager, who says "ha ha' actually you are called; sorry" and so I put EVERYTHING away (such an exercise in futility) and come back and watch people run stuff, and I'm onstage for a tiny bit and sing my song and do my little scene and voilà aren't I awesome and SO DONE AND LEAVING. And then!!!
• [this is the coolest list of lists I have made in possibly forever] Yay; hanging out with Sean (or Why I Love The Internet)!
  • Sean has been secretly reading my journal for months (okay, not-so-secretly for a while now, but whatever; it sounds more like a weird short story that way) and actually mentioned his presence at some point, and more importantly mentioned John Sheehy which led me to say "OKAY; you go to Marlboro; who are you? I must know you!" but lo and behold I was wrong. (Only now I have a better clue of who he is because of the Magic of Internet Writing.) He is in fact one of those awful people who lives in town and comes to class and then gets the hell out of Dodge off the hill.
    
    Among other things, Sean is evil and cooks. "Cooks like whoa" is probably a better description. And he cooks fantastic food every weekend, and then posts pictures of his creations, and I get jealous and make empty threats. Except for somehow I actually got invited down for scones, which I have been promised for some time, and OMFG I GOT TO HAVE DINNER ALSO. Contextually [which is one of my FAVORITE new words as of late; I have NO idea where it came from], this dinner was absolutely fantastic in that it was NOT FROM THE DINING HALL OF DOOM. Noncontextually, this dinner was fantastic in that it was simply amazing and delicious. I got full numerous times. NUMEROUS. So good the food; I cannot describe. So instead I will gush incoherently as I have been doing.
    
    Food is one of those things that makes my life feel like it is a good and joyful thing. My mum has raised me to appreciate good food. And it's so fun to be around someone who really enjoys making food, and, as importantly, is good at it. Sean positively dances when he cooks. You think I'm kidding. And he makes delicious amazing things (I have run out of adjectives so quickly; my apologies--frankly there are not words for the immense joy that this food brought me). I never would have guessed this had I met him in any sort of Normal Situation. Unassuming culinary school graduates. Bah [but in a good way]. [I am also using parentheses with utter disregard for their appropriateness; more apologies but not really. The square ones are just so SEXY.]
    
    In addition, as previously mentioned, I got off the hill for an ENTIRE DAY. I blame the mild lack of sleep along with the wine, because...you know when you're about to go to bed, or you're just waking up, and you keep going in and out of consciousness? Yeah--that. At some point last night my memory kind of cuts out and goes into flashes of lucidity instead of a nice little memory film (Sean said [numerous times] that he put roofies in the food. Hmm. This would all make a lot more sense if that were the case, but I thought it was customary to not tell people when you spiked their food with something?). I remember kind of conking out off and on, and then (in my mind, at least) becoming very resolute about going home so as not to wear out my welcome, and I succeeded in getting my fleece on...and curling up on the futon and falling asleep for real. Memory flash: blanket. Next flash: 9 a.m. or so. Took me a second to figure out where the hell I was. Been a long time since I had one of those. And all I (sort of) remember between all that is that I dreamt like crazy. No idea what any of it was about; as soon as I realized that, they [the dreams, that is] were all sprinting away, but I woke up with the very clear impression that my mind had already been going for a while. Interesting stuff, the mind's workings.
    
    And yeah. Awesome food again. I finally had one of those fabled "tofu scrambles" for which I have always harbored this irrational fear, and good lord; it was good. AND JUICE THAT DOES NOT SUCK. Maybe it was laced with crack or something; it was all so insanely delicious. Blah blah blah; I haven't rambled like this in a while and I could go on for far longer if I wanted to. But I won't. Also, Sean is one of the coolest people I have ever had the good fortune of meeting.
• Homework is for losers who want to not die on their linguistics quiz tomorrow. Ha ha! Good thing I am not a loser!
• Also yay hanging out with Erik! I am tired though so that will be my summary of that.

And I had no computer for an entire day, and no one knew where I was (it occurred to me at some point that I'd left no note, and I decided I didn't care), and it was WONDERFUL.

Just like this cake.