Today I began my xmas shopping. The Nightmare before Christmas should really have been about the horrors of visiting Walmart in December. You just shouldn't do it. The only good to come of it was that I ate an Egg McMuffin and found The Thin Red Line in the $5 DVD bin. I love that D's movie wish list is complied solely of crappy or old or crappy and old movies. It makes things so less expensive for me! I ended up grabbing Sideways for myself, I've never seen it but Sandra Oh is good, wine is good, and it was a still less then the cost of a rental. If it turns out to be sweet utter crap, I can always use it as a coaster or to scrape the ice off the windshield. There isn't a downside. I'd watch it tonight but my brother just informed me he has never seen Superbad and that's all I have to say about that.

The start of Christmas baking commences tomorrow along with my attempt at mimicking a Tortuga rum cake for D. (It gave me an excuse to buy a bundt pan!) I've still got a lot of shopping to do, a scarf to finish and a nail appointment to go to. Oh yea and I don't own winter boots yet and the stilettos on ice are starting to get a little dangerous. Can someone remind me why this time of the year is supposed to be fun?

Oh right. Because of booze.

Labels: holidays

So I starting coming down with this horrendous cold the morning of my birthday and everyone recommended I take this Cold FX stuff. Well I did and my cold never got worse, that is until I stopped taking it at the end of the 3 day 'program' they have on the side of the bottle. Then it came on full blast, so bad that when I went to have my makeup done for my party the girl had to apply moisturizer 3 times before she actually started putting crap on my face to help soften the scales.

D wouldn't touch me with a 10 foot pole for the entire weekend, I guess he just doesn't appreciate the hotness of his snotty, chapped-lipped, walrus-lung-ed girlfriend in stilettos and fake eyelashes. Ally and I drank two bottles of pink champagne between the two of us before we headed out to the Mod Club. On any other night this probably would have been fine, but mixed with cold medicine it was a nightmare. At some point the club turned into a bad, bad rave and I could feel the floor bouncing beneath us. So I declared it time to leave after what felt like an hour but had really been three. Again, on any other night I'm sure it would have been awesome, just sickness and me go together like fried and chicken.

Speaking of chicken...I roasted one. All by myself. For the first time ever! And not to boast or anything but it was freaking DELICIOUS. It took me a good while to work up the nerve to pick it up and I may or may not have had to make up a chicken song to sing to myself while doing it but it turned out beautifully. I totally killed the asparagus though trying to keep it hot while D ran out to get wine but whateva. Everything else was really good. It was tasty and that is that.


Recipe for never cooked a chicken-chicken.

1. Shove a lemon half or two in the cavity. Add some rosemary and garlic if you want.
2. Tie the chickens legs together like you know what you are doing.
3. Rub butter, salt and pepper all over the outside of said chicken.
4. Throw some vegetables around any negative space. Douse everything in olive oil.
5. Shove that baby in the oven at 425F for an hour and a half.

Congratulations, you just cooked the world's most awesome chicken.

Labels: cooking, food