I give in to sin because you have to make this life livable

The last weekend was just what I needed.  Sushi. I got my fill of blood, gore, men in loincloths and capes with 300. (Women, it is well worth the price of your admission!)  I could have used a little more lubrication at the C’s, but I suppose a good dinner guest can’t possibly hoard all the wine to herself.  (Kokanee and LaBatt are wretched.) Besides, this Saturday is St. Patrick’s Day so there will be more heavy drinking than I can handle.  Green Beer Day is a day when I miss Chicago even more than usual. But between 8am Pub Plans with Nektario and Markdon and Titio’s Brazilian Birthday din-din, I think there will be enough fun to be had without the green river.

Although, boredom has reared it’s ugly head and I find I am once again contradicting myself.  Somehow I’m sensing the end of party mode and a shift into comfort mode.  The urge to stay in and curl up with a book has been calling my name of late.  So in preparation, here are the two selections I picked up last week:

  • Bitter is the New Black or Why You Should Never Carry a Prada Bag to the Unemployment Office - by Jen Lancaster
  • The Great War for Civilisation: The Conquest of the Middle East - by Robert Fisk

Yes, a dense book is comforting to me.  So is food.  Oh, how I miss cooking.  No, even my lazy ass does not count chopping up a salad as cooking.  I should have my German Guinea Pig over soon because I want to make a Paella and a Pear and Caramel Trifle.  Now that’s the sin that did Jezebel in!  (Or maybe I can start with Sloth.  I think I better make a date with my couch tonight.  It’s high time for some friggin cocooning.)

3 Responses to “I give in to sin because you have to make this life livable”

  1. Jap Says:

    I hear you. I miss cooking as well. I do paella on new years and I miss the comfort it gives me with every slice of chorizo bilbao and the tingling aroma of white wine evaporating from the pan.

  2. Max Says:

    You are my kind of dinner company. Paella and wine. mmmm.. Pero the rest of the wine will have to be in our glasses, ha? Dason leche flan for dessert. A good, silky one always has me moaning and groaning. OMG. I feel the pounds coming on. Yots, ginhawa ko na gani ka work out para bikini season pro. Maybe it’s a good thing you are in Qatar.

  3. Jap Says:

    you know how it is in the middle east right? but with all the fasting and pork banning, i still cant figure out why most arabs are overweight lol

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