So yeah, yesterday was a hoot. After staying up late watching The Last Unicorn, having a good time, and a bit of a phone chat with L., I managed to get some sleep, but was up super early (with the sun even). I loved re-watching TLU, even though my favorite Peter Beagle story is still “Lydia the Werewolf”. I got moving around 8ish, fixed
Breakfast consisted of bacon and eggs, bagels and cream cheese, oj, and chocolate milk (for them, not me). I made omolettes because
So then, we lazed around a bit. I played WoW for the longest stint since before I moved, and then we made a plan. We went to the Albright-Knox to see the Extreme Abstraction exhibit. Even though modern art is totally not my schtick (and I must say, the status of some of this stuff as “art” is questionable in my mind) there were some really neat installations in the exhibit. I saw more than one piece that reminded me of
After we wandered the exhibit for an hour or so, they kicked us out.
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Because of issues with his car,
I was highly amused, in that morose New Yorker oddity kind of way. Apparently though, the back seat smelled of pee. By the time we got back, both
I finally got a crack at the new Mario Kart for gamecube (which I will most likely be snagging a copy of when I get back home), and set to cooking in time to meet people at 8:30ish.
Dinner last night was truly an improv masterpiece. I had forgotten to procute spinach and ricotta yesterday for the stuffing I usually use. This meant I had to do some serious variation on my traditonal double pork. What I came up with was delicious! I also made tricolor rotinni with zuchinni, red/yellow peppers, a bit of tomato, and fresh parmesean and garlic. The true improv came with the stuffed mushrooms.
There are things one expects or takes for granted when one cooks all the time. Things like, oh, flour being part of the kitchen goods lying about. Wrong on that one. I discovered it is basically impossible to make a rue without flour. However, at the last minute,
Not to be undone by poorly stocked cubbards, I concocted something quite delicious. Swiss cheese rue with crushed corn chip flakes, and a light sprinling of fresh basil. These were baked a bit, then broiled for crispyness (after finding out the broiler was not, in fact, in the broiler tray, but rather at the top of the oven!). For all the heartache, and mystery meat surrounding their creation, they were damn tasty.
Which brings me to the meaning of the title of the post.
Symphony of Destruction.
Between the hours of 3pm yesterday, and ~ 1am today, I imbibed (in this order):
- 5 “pint and a half” glasses of vodka tonic
- 1/2 bottle of cabernet savignon with dinner (2001 Lake Erie, very tasty)
- threee fingers of The Glenfiddich
- 4 whiskey cokes (out at the bar)
- pint.5 post-bar vodka tonic
- one orange juice and tequila
What was I thinking? I can happily report, I am NOT hung over this morn, despite my reckless mixology last night. I met some nifty people through the course of the evening yesterday, but fuck all was I a spin-headed bastard when I finally passed crashed out.
I think the tequila was what did it. Damn mexican liquor.
So now I am up, it is Sunday. My conference starts tonight. I am not excited at all about it, particularly since it is pretty fucking far from where I am staying. It is going to be a pain in the ass to get back and forth, though I may have voodooed up some transportation last night. Today will tell the tale. I’m sitting here listening to music, over the drone of someone who started power sanding about an hour and a half ago. That is some balls right there, power sanding at 8am on a Sunday in a neighbrorhood this tightly packed. Oh, listen to that, they started running the circular saw now.
At least the view is nice:

Breakfast soon. Blueberry pancakes, sausage patties, and some fresh hash browns.