The bar down the street is noisy tonight. They're probably celebrating the Cubs' Division win, but they may simply be hanging out and getting wasted. Whatever. It's a happy crowd. Thankfully, last night's "School Girl Night" event did not end in tragedy - or disrupt my peace.
The friendship of a single person with a married couple is hard. Particularly when the person in that couple to whom one feels the closest happens to be of the opposite gender.
Pico de gallo is on my list of The World's Most Perfect Foods.
That reminds me: the Quesadilla Maker took its maiden voyage on Thursday night. The result: fantastic quesadillas (toasted crispy on the outside, hot & melty on the inside) and one destroyed kitchen/dining room. The utensils that are required! My God!
We also destroyed a few Blue Frogs. Huh - I must've gathered that recipe when I was drunk, because it seems to be lemonade + vodka, not rum. Hmm. Oops. Next time we'll try Hell on Earth or Jet Fuel.
Anyhoo, drinking hard for 5 hours on a Thursday night is a bit of a challenge for me. I seem to be dreadfully out of practice.
I'm playing with LibraryThing, 'cause I'm the last one in "the group" to do anything fun. Check out my collection here. My kingdom for a barcode scanner!
I've a salon appointment on Wednesday evening. I'm thinking of making a big change. If I do, I will post proof.
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