The, Saturday.

Where Captain Hostbacon thinks Scandinavian in the morning, gets frantic, warms his house, and doesn’t sleep a wink.

Dorajar and I decided to hit Ikea in the am for a two-fold purpose. (1) To see what the fuss is about the 99 cent breakfast and (2)…I’m not really sure why. OH! Rug and Textile sale..riiiiight. We moved around a little bit, 86ing the thought of BKFST (I’m sorry: Eggs and sausage shavings? Gnasty) and then proceeded to wander. And what a wander it was. Outside of additional veeno glasses and a tasteful potpourri table display (IM-pulse. Settle DOWN baby P) there was NOTHING that floated my boat. Except maybe a heart shaped pillow with arms. No. That was just creepy. Like the creepy streamlined show-room child in the kids bedroom. Ish. (Other notables: There was a lil’ Porkchop who was…screaming. No, I take that back. Sccrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaamming. And it echoed. And carried. Parents: I understand children can have fits. Ikea’s acoustics are just not in your favor. The mom would have been better off carrying a megaphone. Loud.)

The rest of the day (where did it go?) was relegated to cleaning/projecting/putting the ‘dillo to work. And hitting the LQ/’Bow for some last minute noshies. The only things I didn’t get to do was nap/karate/go for a run. But, seeing as it was still a gazillion degree’s below the jogski would have been lethal. And I barely had enough time to get the vegetarian chili crock-in’.

The salmon seemed to go well, as did the fucking cheese. (P’s dad: "P, don’t put out that much cheese…that’s too much, no one'll eat that much") Embarrassing stories were told. ("So tell me Mrs. P about when Mikey was digging through the Playboys") Friends were made. (I fecking KNEW that ‘Tex's bohemian 75 year old cousin and my mom would get along. ) A poor Jet Lagged MD hooked me up with a phat Tea Set (Thanks gorgeous.) Brisket was demolished. (Redwright, Mom still wants a recipe) Home brew was imbibed (Hooooo, Tech has a super secret beer boyfriend in RSVP now) And there was a super cute picture of Dorajar and FeeJ curled up on the chair like cats.


All told, I think that for an intimate gathering of family and close friends it went rather well. I was mostly worried about Tex, knowing that he’s never been involved in the process of having any more than 1-2 people over and in the same room at once. (I wanted to be respectful to the new roomie)

He told me the next day that he had a wonderful time. Attaboy.

It’ll be a nice test for cast and house parties later. ("Thoreau" is opening in a couple of weeks. That’s a pretty small cast to have over. It’ll be nicer when the weather gets warm and people can start convening outside)

At least my floor didn’t cave in. That was a legitmate concern. And, you know…having a working bathroom door was pretty important too.