i don't know what it is lately, i simply don't have the party in me. came home from work on friday and basically chilled the entire night. cooked dinner or maybe it was just cheese and crackers, had a beer and watched some television. saturday was pretty much the same thing. i tried my hardest to motivate myself into going out for the evening but to no avail. i even received phone calls from friends and ended up talking them into staying home. between traffic and trying to find a parking spot in west hollywood when you know every queen within a 50 mile radius was going to be out, i just couldn't bring myself to do it. so once again i stayed home alone and watched television. no wonder i'm single and haven't met anyone yet. get off your ass jerky and meet someone already. there's always next week.
sunday turned out to be a very nice day. got up early and cleaned the house a bit. took max to the dog park in silverlake. met a really hot guy who had a female boxer named "roxy" but unfortunately he was wearing a wedding ring. damn i hate when that happens. so i let max play and play until he finally tuckered himself out. headed home and chilled with max for awhile. then off to the tonglisle's for dinner. made a quick stop at ralph's for wine, flowers, and something sweet for desert. let me just say that in case you haven't heard, haagen daz now has creme brulee ice cream. oh yeah they do. if creme brulee could be a song it would definitely be "my jam" (see previous post). so i gather up my groceries, head to the checkstand and of course i don't have my little club card with me. i hate carrying those things, and i don't like the little ones on my key chain so i usually just give them my phone #. well for some reason it's not taking my phone #, i don't know. anyway the woman at the checkstand keeps asking for the card. i explain that i don't have it on me etc etc etc. so usually they just take a card and swipe it. not her, she rings up everything and then proceeds to tell me that if i had my card i would've saved $6. thanks bitch! just pissed. i hate simple minded people.
so i show up at the tonglisle's and jt is in the kitchen putting the final touches on our dinner. i give her the flowers which she separates into two vases. we chat and pour a couple glasses of wine while we wait for ducats to get home. ducats is across the street working out at gold's and has promised to be home by 6:15. when he gets home he takes a quick shower and joins us in the kitchen. jt fixes our plates and we sit down to eat. jt has made what she calls braised beef, with potatoes, carrots, and celery, slow cooked in the ALL CLAD crock pot. I calls it pot roast but whatever you want to call it, it was slammin'! it was so good ducats and i had two big plates full. she also made polenta which was just as slammin'! the meal was awesome. i love when jt cooks 'cause she really gets into it. we topped it off with desert. ducats made a sundae with vanilla, nuts and bananas. i had the creme brulee, and jt had vanilla with chocolate syrup. we were all stuffed at this point. we settled into the living room to finish watching the late football game between the bills and patriots. i swear, that tom brady is one fine boy. after the patriots won by some very piss poor calls by the ref we switched over to the last half of napolean dynamite. just in time to see "the skit." so classic. i finally see why everyone went so gaga over this indie film. the shit is ridiculous.
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