Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Cafe Disco is dead, but I can still hear the music in my head.

Even after all my complaining, yesterday turned out to be quite perfect. You know, once I left work and went home and had a cookout. You see, Lampl and Jon are moving to Florida (wah waaaaaah) but, they can't take their grill with them, so they gave it to us (yaaaaay). They brought it over last night, but Jon had to leave, so Lampl, Heidi, Joe, and I were put in charge of grilling, even though none of us really knew what we were doing. Since it involved lighter fluid and matches and I didn't want to burn down our new apartment or char any of my friends, I concentrated on drinking beer and making french fries.

Aside: I totally made french fries from scratch last night AND they were so good, you guys. So good. They tasted (and smelled) just like Penn Station fries, which means that if Heidi and I can figure out how to make subs similar to Penn Station's, we're going to save so much money.

We had a bit of trouble getting the grill hot, but Joe just kept squirting lighter fluid all over the place and throwing more matches and finally FINALLY, the grill got hot enough and we threw the food on. It was delicious and we all smelled like campfire afterward. Eventually, we started talking about poops, so we decided it was probably time to call it a night, because where do you go from there?

I think the cookout food definitely affected my brain and gave me crazy dreams, though. Last night, I dreamt I was at a dinner party with Rush Limbaugh and Sarah Palin and I could BARELY CONTAIN MY GLEE because I'd never been the smartest person at a dinner party before.

7 comments:

mysterygirl! said...

Your last sentence just made me LOL.

Homemade french fries sound awesome.

Jennie! said...

They were so good. I want to make them again tonight. And every night.

Heidi said...

Also, I still want to pinch poop.

Jennie! said...

I'm still trying to pretend you never said that.

Ashley said...

I think you can tell who your real friends are by how willing they are to discuss poop with you.

Jennie! said...

I think my friends are a little TOO willing to talk about their poop with me. I'm OK with it, though.

Joe G. said...

"I hear it, too, boss."

I had a dream last night/this morning that was a combination superhero epic and musical. I was Superman and there were a bunch of other super-being, and we were all flying around and fighting in the sky, and they were all singing and the songs were really catchy but I can't remember what they were now. It was pretty awesome, though. I'd take that for a recurring dream over the ones that I usually have any day.