The Saga Continues

I've been sick since the twelfth. I ended up taking the entire last week off, and sat around at home almost the entire time being a bum and playing computer games. I loved it. It was like a mini vacation, except for the part about being super congested. I am still sick. By Thursday, whatever I had decided to migrate to the back of my throat also up into my eyes. My right eye got all pink and gross, so I would tell everyone that I had pink eye, and not to fuck with me because I wield the power of infection. Every time, Nick would tell me I didn't have pink eye, and I don't think I do, but it's fun to joke about. Now both of my eyes are all fucked up, though they look fine, but they ooze at night and crust shut so I have to wash my face before I can see. 'Ewwww', I know!

Being Sick is Love

Saturday night I went to see The Nutcracker. I'd seen snippets on TV, but I'd never seen it live. I'd been telling Nick since early November that I wanted to see it, so his parents gave us their tickets, since they see it every year. 4th row and center! Unfortunately, Nick didn't come along because he started getting really sick right after his last final on Friday. I asked his brother, Chris, to come with me instead, and afterwards we went to eat at magnolia, and I had roasted veggie tacos, and we drank tons and tons of coffee. I had fun, and I don't hang out with Chris like I used to.

As for today, I am taking the day off from work. Nick infected me with some sort of vile disease and now I'm sick... and I really don't mind. I have been wanting to get sick for awhile so that I can stay at home and mope in bed and pout and get pampered, and make Nick bring me soup, oranges, and hot chocolate with cheese. Since Nick is sick too, we are going to gripe in bed together, saying 'please pass the tissue,' and 'oh, my nose is so stuffed up,' and then sit on the sofa under a mound of blankets and watch movies.

Office-cial Christmas Party

Saturday I went to the office Christmas party. It was at the Moonshine Grill. One of the investors that was there owns the property the restaurant is on and he built, what wine connoisseurs have declared, by far the best wine cellar in Texas. He gave us all a tour of it, and it was gorgeous, with mahogany wood and a cast iron door. There was a bottle of wine down there valued at $9,700 whose label was designed by Andy Warhol. He personally selected all the wines that went with our meal, and I got smashingly smashed. Well, smashed is an exaggeration, but I was definitely in no state to drive, and it was great fun. I had Molasses & Chile Cured Pork Chop with Brandy Apple Sauce. So good! Going there isn't any more expensive than Outback Steakhouse, so I'd love to go back and try some of the other food.

I wore a fabulous dress, too. Unfortunately, this less than flattering vanity shot is the only picture I managed to take, since I left the camera in the car and valet drove it away. Trust me. It was fabulous.

After dinner there was a White Elephant gift exchange. There was theft, conspiracy, and betrayal, and with everyone plied up with alcohol lots of cheering and booing. Nick and I both ended up with some good stuff. He brought home a pancake maker, which turned out to be a disaster during breakfast the next day. I had pancake batter drenching the stove. Nick said it looked like a pancake had exploded. I should scour the kitchen for pancake shrapnel in the walls. I think I simply over filled the damn thing.

About Yarn Time

I'm in a rather loquacious mood, which is unfortunate because I'm at work and have no one to talk to. I'm still yo-yoing between hobbies. I'm still on a gaming kick (nerd core!), but now I want something to supplement it, and I haven't really felt like reading lately. Suddenly I decided I wanted to try out knitting, which is weird because I usually find the idea to be a turn off. I think it's because, in my mind, it goes hand in hand with giggly girly girls. Yech!

So... knitting. But, not just knitting, I want a sewing machine so I can hit some thrift stores and try my hand at deconstructing. In any case, I picked up Stitch 'N Bitch to teach myself to knit, and at the top of this post, you can see a lovely picture of my first effort. I am proud of my swatch.