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Dec. 22nd, 2002 01:54 pmJenn and I left Morris at four Thursday afternoon and got to my house at eleven. The roads were horrible for at least half the trip, we thought it'd be fun to stop in Mankato and see Darren since we have to go through his town anyway--and this took a while, first finding his place, then finding him not there, then calling him and realizing that he was there, then going back and seeing him. We went to bed almost as soon as we got home.
The next morning we watched The Fellowship of the Ring because it was on HBO--I love being around a satellite dish again!--and ate chocolate cake for breakfast. I thought of you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
star_eyed_lady, as well as Bill Cosby. The cake was sort of in honor of my brother's birthday--the 9th--and mine, which is today. It was very good. When Chris woke up he made breakfast: eggs, potatoes and sausage, and not just for himself but Jenn and me as well. (I guess it was my second breakfast. But then I always knew I was a hobbit.)
After a lot of complications and confusions among various friends of mine, the situation ended up being that Jenn went to MOA with Darren and Ali, Matthew, John and I went to see The Two Towers. Matthew had already seen it but knew he'd be going again with Ali and me and he was fine with that. I wouldn't mind seeing it again myself, actually; it was quite fun, even though I'm not obsessed with LotR.
Ali is obsessed and was terribly excited about everything...especially the Ents. We did decide, though, that the Ents were too spindly, and we thought they should look more like Gumby, or at least have much shorter legs. She was also upset that the battering ram with which Saruman's (is that how you spell it? probably not) army was breaking into Helm's Deep did not have a fox's head, red glowing eyes, and the name Grond. I think it was "Grond," anyway...something like that. But I enjoyed it, and Ali enjoyed it--even though she's going to spend a year dreading the spider--and I think that says good things about the movie.
I stayed at Ali's house that night. The next day consisted mostly of eating a lot of good things. Ali's mom made us coffee and sorta muffin-like things, and brought it upstairs to her room where Ali was sleeping and I was building a tower out of Legos because I had been awake for a while already. Ali, her mom and I made biscotti to replace what the dog had eaten of their last batch. Another friend of ours, Kari, came over and the four of us made enchiladas, which we had been promised.
Since John and Matthew had been around when Ali told me there were going to be enchiladas, John wanted to come, so the boys came to Ali's house too. We ran out of tortilla shells, so Ali's mom had made some enchiladas in lefse, the best substitute she could find. We called them "enchilefse," or "lefseladas"; finally Matthew combined the two and they were known as "enchilefseladas." I love lefse, but I wasn't going to try any enchilefselada. John ate his and just shrugged when we asked him how it was, but then he's a teenage boy; he'll eat anything that's put in front of him.
The night got sillier from there, eventually we had such tidbits as the word "cannibalist," a punk band named Slime Helmet whose CD will be entitled "Soft as a Rabbit" (after Ali said her rabbit was as soft as a rabbit), Kari accusing John of knitting in rocking chairs more than her grandmother, and John telling Kari "If Jesus were here he'd say your dress looked like a sock!"
Today is my birthday. I keep forgetting. People say it and I have to remember they're talking to me, have to smile and say thanks and endure their teasing related to the fact that this is my twenty-first birthday.
I've started to be a bit wary of presents from my parents, and I had told them not to get me anything (not because I'm scared of what they'll buy me but because I hate to spend their money when I know they don't have it) even though I knew they would. But they got me two excellent things: Monty Python and the Holy Grail on DVD and a baseball-jersey type shirt from my favorite radio station, Cities 97. That's especially impressive because (a) I never would've thought of it, but I love it--and I think that's the best kind of present--and (b) they got it at the state fair, which means they've had it since Labor Day. My mom says she lost it for a while. I'm happy I got it.
The next morning we watched The Fellowship of the Ring because it was on HBO--I love being around a satellite dish again!--and ate chocolate cake for breakfast. I thought of you,
star_eyed_lady, as well as Bill Cosby. The cake was sort of in honor of my brother's birthday--the 9th--and mine, which is today. It was very good. When Chris woke up he made breakfast: eggs, potatoes and sausage, and not just for himself but Jenn and me as well. (I guess it was my second breakfast. But then I always knew I was a hobbit.) After a lot of complications and confusions among various friends of mine, the situation ended up being that Jenn went to MOA with Darren and Ali, Matthew, John and I went to see The Two Towers. Matthew had already seen it but knew he'd be going again with Ali and me and he was fine with that. I wouldn't mind seeing it again myself, actually; it was quite fun, even though I'm not obsessed with LotR.
Ali is obsessed and was terribly excited about everything...especially the Ents. We did decide, though, that the Ents were too spindly, and we thought they should look more like Gumby, or at least have much shorter legs. She was also upset that the battering ram with which Saruman's (is that how you spell it? probably not) army was breaking into Helm's Deep did not have a fox's head, red glowing eyes, and the name Grond. I think it was "Grond," anyway...something like that. But I enjoyed it, and Ali enjoyed it--even though she's going to spend a year dreading the spider--and I think that says good things about the movie.
I stayed at Ali's house that night. The next day consisted mostly of eating a lot of good things. Ali's mom made us coffee and sorta muffin-like things, and brought it upstairs to her room where Ali was sleeping and I was building a tower out of Legos because I had been awake for a while already. Ali, her mom and I made biscotti to replace what the dog had eaten of their last batch. Another friend of ours, Kari, came over and the four of us made enchiladas, which we had been promised.
Since John and Matthew had been around when Ali told me there were going to be enchiladas, John wanted to come, so the boys came to Ali's house too. We ran out of tortilla shells, so Ali's mom had made some enchiladas in lefse, the best substitute she could find. We called them "enchilefse," or "lefseladas"; finally Matthew combined the two and they were known as "enchilefseladas." I love lefse, but I wasn't going to try any enchilefselada. John ate his and just shrugged when we asked him how it was, but then he's a teenage boy; he'll eat anything that's put in front of him.
The night got sillier from there, eventually we had such tidbits as the word "cannibalist," a punk band named Slime Helmet whose CD will be entitled "Soft as a Rabbit" (after Ali said her rabbit was as soft as a rabbit), Kari accusing John of knitting in rocking chairs more than her grandmother, and John telling Kari "If Jesus were here he'd say your dress looked like a sock!"
Today is my birthday. I keep forgetting. People say it and I have to remember they're talking to me, have to smile and say thanks and endure their teasing related to the fact that this is my twenty-first birthday.
I've started to be a bit wary of presents from my parents, and I had told them not to get me anything (not because I'm scared of what they'll buy me but because I hate to spend their money when I know they don't have it) even though I knew they would. But they got me two excellent things: Monty Python and the Holy Grail on DVD and a baseball-jersey type shirt from my favorite radio station, Cities 97. That's especially impressive because (a) I never would've thought of it, but I love it--and I think that's the best kind of present--and (b) they got it at the state fair, which means they've had it since Labor Day. My mom says she lost it for a while. I'm happy I got it.