Wading in the Velvet Sea

Keeping with the ‘I might die soon’ theme, I thought I’d get some last use out of my digital camera, which I have almost paid off (haha, Target, you’ll never squeeze another dime out of me! Arrr matey! Rob the grave!), and took some of these photos:

The first two are shot off my back porch:

And here, if you squint, you can almost make out my car. I swear, it’s under all that snow:

This has put quite the damper on an otherwise loverly weekend. Friday night featured a veritable world of cuisine, or at least of quaffs:

I made Jenny my grandmother’s French Chicken Recipe, and the two of us did general prep, which featured a bottle of red wine from Italy and a bottle of champagne from Paris. This may not qualify as a big deal for many of you, but was quite nice for the two of us. We tried to make it through my roommate’s copy of ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’, but said foreign liquids effectively knocked the two of us out.

Saturday featured my first pre-noon trip to the gym, followed by a typical trip to Target for myself. Typical in that I went for a bookcase, and walked out with the bookcase, candles, pot holders, throw pillows, and other assorted stuff. I always feel the need to apology to the cashier (‘Look, I’m sorry, I only wanted the bookcase…I’m WEAK…WEAK I say, I don’t deserve your pity…’) Now, for most people, Sauter sets are quite easy to figure out, yet this Caucasian, in a house full of Sauter Set equipment, consistently looks at the 8 to-be-assembled pieces as if I’m been asked to rebuild the Parthenon. I can lift heavy things, I just can’t always figure out how they go together.

The night was capped off with a 6 hour viewing of the remainder of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 3’ and the SNL with Jennifer Garner. I’d love to say Jennifer can do physical comedy, but I have no idea, since the show sucked like a Hoover. ‘Buffy’ however rocked my world nine times in rapid succession, fairly and casually brilliant in ways that make me further cringe every time I sit down at a computer and try to write something funny. Jane Espenson, a writer from the show, falls under the same category as Philippa Boyens as ‘Women Who Through Their Sheer Brains Alone I Have a Terrible Crush On’. Hoo Ah.

Sunday was family day, where we watched my cousin’s wedding video. Normally I’d be trepidatious about wedding videos, but my brother edited his own footage that he shot with his friend Gina. You remember, these two:

At first we tried to be quiet during the video, but it was too hard, given the snarkiness of my family. So, you’d hear great quotes like,

‘Hey Ma, I think this is the part where the priest starts to breath fire because we didn’t walk in the way he told us to. You know, the Lord doesn’t appreciate people walking in out of order.
‘Whoa, pan back, I wanna see some more altar boy action!’
‘Now, we have the responsorial psalm. When I say, ‘It’s getting hot in herre, take off all your clothes’, you say, ‘I am getting so hot, I wanna take my clothes off…’

Or my usual quote, which was ‘Gee, I wonder which one I am in the shot---could it be the chrome-dome genetic freak in the middle?’ Best quote of the video was from the groom, who said, at the end of the video, ‘I just want to thank everyone for making this the best, well second-best night of my life, right behind the Little League Awards Dinner.’ Good times.

And now, here I am, separated from society through a pummeling snowstorm. Hopefully, I won’t lose power, since I was prepping to file my taxes online tonight. If I don’t have power, though, I have a back up plan: