Sunday, November 26, 2006

A Thanksgiving Miracle



This Thanksgiving, my fella and I were stuck in California fending for ourselves. In the past, we relied on our families to provide us with a tasty meal that we would enjoy with little or no effort. For the first time in our four years together, we made a traditional Thanksgiving feast. As you can see, we didn't have a whole lot of room to work with. Yes, that small piece of exposed counter space that the biscuits are on are the only available surface for cutting things. I made the cornbread and biscuit dressing the day before so the potatoes, turkey cutlets and green beans would have room to cook on our tiny stove. I wanted to make a pie, but we decided that our favorite local bakery, Flames Coffee Shop, would be just as good.

Preparing this meal made me realize how much I enjoy cooking. I used to cook feasts for my friends in college every year before Christmas. Some day, I hope to entertain more often. If I tried to entertain in this apartment, it would have to be a "bring-your-own-chair" party.

Oh, and yesterday was my fella's birthday. We went shopping, which I expected to be frightening on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, but we ended up getting the best parking spot in the mall parking lot! We then headed to the HP Pavillion for a Sharks NHL game. We had tickets for one of the suites, ate food, drank beer and watched the Sharks shut-out the Devils. It was a perfect day.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Like Butta'

Dear Barbara Streisand,

I realize you are a well respected artist on a global scale, but your music does nothing but make my ass twitch. Sometimes, I wonder why you are still filling autotoriums after your third "Farewell Tour." Because of you, I was stuck in traffic for thirty minutes to only travel half a mile after a pilates class. It means money for you, but a nervous breakdown for me since California drivers forget how to drive with the slightest hint of drizzle in the air. You must be doing something right, but I still don't understand why people clog the streets around my apartment to hear you wail, only to possibly catch you on a bad night where you tell them to "Shut the F*ck Up!"

And I thought you were a lady!

Not-so-much-a-fan,

Curly

Friday, November 10, 2006

What is the code word?

Tonight I watched "Purple Rain" for the first time ever. I've always appreciated Prince, and I am surprised it took me so damn long to sit through the whole thing...which I will admit, I loved.

I'm still confused, amused and applauding Prince's last gesture of the film. I know his songs are sexually charged, but I never expected him to take the ending of his movie to that level.

Bravo, Prince, Bravo!

On a totally unrelated note, anyone who needs to laugh their pants off, please visit my MySpace and click on the comment my charming boyfriend sent me.