i'm BORED. i hate when i wake up too early and non-hungover on sundays when there's not shit to do.
I do not have any of those problems.
Oy. Had a couple peeps over last night - just me and Jeff and our friends Pat and Tim and Isabel, but somehow we managed to kill a LOT of alcohol. Our house drinks were sangria (Jeff made a huge pot of it, and we doled it out in Mexican pitchers shaped like chickens so you had to make a barfing sound, apparently, whenever you poured some out...so MATURE) and a vodka with a simple syrup that Jeff made with basil and mint from our (my) garden and lemongrass and ginger. Sooooooooo good.
Peeps brought red, and pink-lady (rose) wine and prosecco (which we have started into today...hair of the dog and all) and we barely touched it we already had so much booze on the go. And almost no food. Oops.
Only thing I made? I made with the credit card to buy stuff so Jeff could do all the work (and I was the one who cleaned the house...like the nice married couple we are). And a dip with chives from the yard and green onions and garlic - really simple but yummers with the Greek-flavoured chips. That's right, we make potato chips taste like Greek people here.
I think I'm drunk now. Hm. Not drunk enough to dance with Jeff in the dining room like last night, but more like go-to-the-grocery-store-to-buy-potato-salad-or-something-similarly-fatty kind of drunk.
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