Sunday, July 25, 2010

The Perfect Night

A lot of nights in your single twenties you sit around with your friends and wonder what you should do. We had been planning on going dancing but one of the girls that we were going with broke her toe so that didn't happen.

When we got home from work Jeffrey, Gene, and I ran down to get our favorite pizza from Luigi's Pizza Garden. The two medium pizzas were delicious, and exactly the right amount. Then we enjoyed delicious smoothies in my awesome new blender ("awesome" might be an understatement).

We decided our best bet was bowling. The problem is I knew we wouldn't be there 'til almost one. The first alley of course closed at one. I next called Country Club Lanes and I heard one of my favorite phrases ever, "We're open twenty-four hours." Excellent.

I put on my new socks and grabbed my shoes. A car ride later filled with amazing renditions of 500 Miles, Bad Romance, and I'm Shipping Off to Boston, we arrived. Now not only was this a twenty-four hour bowling alley, but it was only twelve dollars. For unlimited bowling. I know, right?!?!

I'm really not much of a bowler. I do have awesome shoes. However, I bowl anywhere from about 80 to the two times I broke 200. This night was one of those good nights. This picture is after my first game. That's right. 233.


Yes, that is SEVEN strikes in a row.

I didn't actually think it could get any better. I was feeling pretty awesome. But then I bowled a 236. I know, right?!?!


The next game was full of me bowling between between my legs, and a lot of awesome dancing. Really, this was maybe the best night ever. Until we come back for laser tag next week.

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It has a SMOOTHIE button!!

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Sunday, July 18, 2010

Response

I wasn't going to post this, but in response to the worried comments of my parents, I will. This is what I had for dinner a few nights ago. And tonight is Pistachio Crusted Chilean Sea Bass. Don't worry mom.

Bad Company

Sometimes you need someone around to tell you that what you are about to do is a bad idea. Jeffrey is not that person for me, nor I for him. We're actually terrible together. Example: the other night we were up talking after the others went to bed, until about three. When we got up to go to bed, I realized I was hungry and said, "I wish we had doughnuts," referring to the tasty little Hostess morsels that have filled our apartment the last few weeks. "Let's go get some," says Jeffrey. So after a quick yelp.com search we find that there is in fact a 24 hour doughnut shop seven miles from our house, called Yum-Yum doughnuts. Now, was there a good selection? Not at all. Were the doughnuts they had exceptional? Definitely not. Were the homeless people sleeping in there a little creepy? Yes. Would I go again? Absolutely.


Hello, Pizza Stone





I had never used a pizza stone. I didn't see the point of it. But Jeffrey bought one. So we decided to use it. Last Saturday night after our H&M outing we were driving home and decided we needed to make a breakfast pizza. A trip to the store later, we were ready. So while watching the World Cup final between Spain and the Netherlands, we began cooking. Biscuits spread out as a crust, hash browns on top, eggs on top of those, sautéed onions and peppers and cheese on top of those, with sausage and gravy covering all of that, and we had our delicious artery clogging breakfast pizza. Best breakfast ever.

Now for dessert. I can't remember what dinner was this night, but we decided that we should have a pazookie. So we bought a roll of cookie dough, spread it out over the pizza stone, cooked it for about eight minutes, pulled it out and heaped scoops of ice cream on it, grabbed three spoons, and feasted.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

San Francisco and Rock Band

I've had an interesting week. I went to San Francisco for the first time. I went to my first dance club with a live dj. I guess he was a big deal, but the thing is techno all kinda sounds the same after a while. But it was a good time. One of my roommates made out with a random girl at the club and another took a shot out of a homeless guy's bottle of vodka. It was awesome. I took a picture in front of the Full House house. I saw the fireworks on Pier 39 and had clam chowder. I went to the beach and had a delicious breakfast at a little cafe. I fired one of my technicians. I went on a date with someone that I am actually remotely interested in. I bought a pair of green jeans. I bought a pair of jeans that had a hole ripped in the crotch for twenty. And three other pairs. I tried on my first pair of skinny jeans and didn't hate them. I helped push this kid out of the middle of the highway that had totaled his car and very shaken and confused. I cooked delicious pork chops and brussel sprouts. I watched a lot of Grey's Anatomy. I am getting better at Rock Band and I'm a little embarrassed about it. I got a new phone (against my will). I drove over the Golden Gate Bridge. I installed for a big gay guy who talked to me about a little more than I really wanted to, and another for a cute girl about my age. I ate a lot of Hostess doughnuts.

And on that note, here's some pictures.



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I don't know if watching that video will ever get old to me.

The Real Price of Free Food

I find myself a little on the tight side when I go out to eat. I can't remember the last time I ordered a combo meal at any fast food restaurant. I am a very strict dollar menu shopper. Which really is ridiculous. It is usually only a dollar or two more. And I do love fries. But the value menu has it's hold on me.

Yesterday Jeff found out that if you dress up like a cow you got free food at Chik-fil-et. On their website was even a convenient cow costume that you could print out. So twelve pages later we had four cow costumes. We began cutting, taping, and tying to assemble our costumes. We looked awesome. And by that I mean completely ridiculous. However we got not just a free sandwich like I expected but any combo meal we wanted. Unfortunately I had other things to do and couldn't stay with them, but the guys drove another forty or so miles so they could go to the other two Chik-fil-et's in the valley to get another meal. It is funny how much work we will go to sometimes to get something for free.



I'm going to need to work on getting an udder for next year.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Activity Day Correlation

I told the office today that they couldn't schedule four of us until one o'clock in the afternoon. I told them that we were having activity day correlation. I did this partially because I hate when they schedule me for stuff in the morning that could definitely be done later, and partially because I really wanted to do this:

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Gene didn't seem phased by the really cold water.

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Tom needs to work a little on his take off.

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And speaking of taking off . . .


Good times.