Another Thanksgiving come and gone, and I cannot express just how much it saddens me to be back at work this morning. We should have more 4-day weekends.
Wednesday night was a real nothing day at work. Most people weren’t even in, and those that were were not doing any actual work. Thus, Buddy and I fulfilled a long-time work dream: leaving at 4pm to go see a movie. We decided on Rent, which opened that day. It pretty much looked and sounded exactly like the musical, which is good or bad, depending on your perspective. That night I made the cornbread portion of the cornbread stuffing I was in charge of for Thanksgiving dinner. More on that later. We also finished watching Firefly, which I liked a lot, despite my best efforts. You know, Hardcore Firefly Fans, other people might be more inclined to watch the show if you all weren’t so goddamn annoying.
Thursday I headed over to John’s place a little after noon to start the Turkey Day festivities. And by “Turkey Day festivities”, I mean lots and lots of Guitar Hero. There are a lot of really rockin’ songs in the game (e.g. Ziggy Stardust and Ace of Spades), and I was pleased to discover that I’m pretty good at it.
Inbetween the face-melting guitar wailing, we did find some time to cook. Since we were expecting more guests than the eventual 4 of us, Yar recommended that I multiply the stuffing recipe by 1.5. It turns out that John didn’t have a container big enough to hold all that stuffing, which led to the legendary Tub o’ Stuffing. It’s a good thing the stuffing was tasty, cuz we’ll be eating it for days. Yar was in charge of the turkey, John made his “Awesome Mashed Potatoes” (recipe: 10 Yukon Gold potatoes, whole milk, and 1 John), and Rahul made a couple fancy desserts, including a pumpkin custard. Previous to Thanksgiving, Rahul and a friend of his from work decided that they would each try making the custard, take pictures of the results, and decide whose was better in a winner-takes-all essence-of-pumpkin competition. Here is our entry, and it looks pretty awesome, if I do say so myself. Gourmet Magazine, here I come. Rest of the pics are here.
Friday I ran some errands, then went with Domi to her cousin’s house for yummy Vietnamese food. Then it was home to play a few hours of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, which is un-terrible, despite what the reviews say.
Saturday was some more errand running, then Yar came over to watch In Good Company, which I liked.
Sunday morning I ran the Run to the Far Side 10k and came in 1629th out of 2578. My gun time was 1:04:21, but my real time was 1:02:36, (10:04 mins/mile), which is fast for me, so I was happy. Afterwards Dave and I met Yar for breakfast at this awesome place down the street from Yar’s apartment that has a $4.75 breakfast special with 2 eggs, corn beef hash, potatoes, 2 pancakes, and tea. Afterwards it was back to Yar’s place for some Geometry Wars (best game on the Xbox 360, hands down, and a bargain at $5.) Since the weather was ridiculously nice, Yar and I headed back to Golden Gate Park to play some tennis, and I wasn’t as completely sucky at it as I thought I was. That night after dinner and some Mario War, I watched The Good Girl, which was good, but not at all what I expected, and pretty depressing to boot.
Now for something completely different. A few weeks ago, Buddy, Marc and I somehow got on the subject of how dog pee can kill your lawn. I mentioned that it is worse with female dogs because of their acidic pee. It was then that was borne the idea for the latest rap hit single: Bitches Killed My Lawn. It makes sense if you think about it — all these rap moguls are living in huge mansions now and can’t really rap about how hard life is on the streets, so they just gotta rap about what they know. Yo.
Edit: Yar sent this to me, and it’s awesome: The Speech Accent Archive.