So, I wake up yesterday morning, on my couch, in my clothes from the night before, all manner of unmentionable things near my head and a headache that could slay an elephant. I look around the room at all the empty bottles and cups and become slightly less confused for a second. Then I remember that I slept on my couch because my bed was occupied. Cool, I remember what happened. And then I look at my phone. 3 new text messages. Of particular interest was the one from LaChoi that read, "Your car is safe and sound and parked at my house. I'll bring it by later on tomorrow."
Well, that's interesting. I don't have the vaguest clue what that even means. My car? Surely I didn't drive anywhere, I'm home after all and the party was at my house. Intrigued, I dial LaChoi and inquire further as to the whereabouts of my car and the details of how it got there. She explains that she played taxi to everyone and took care of getting a whole bunch of folks home. Good job, LaChoi!
I went back to my hangover, which was now settling in for what was to be a full day of nonstop pain and nausea. Not that I wasn't fully aware this was going to be the outcome when we purchased the case, yes case, of Boone's Farm's finest (Strawberry Hill, Apple Blossom, Sun Kissed Peach and Wild Island) earlier Saturday afternoon. But all of that was forgotten when the greatest hits of 95 started playing, all sense was lost, and the group started passing the bottles around with reckless abandon. As the night wore on, and folks got "hungry", the jello shots came out, and I'm proud to say all but 6 or so out of 50 were consumed.
I couldn't have asked for a better party. At one point, looking around at the room full of people in their late 20s and early 30s drinking $2 "wine" from the bottles and sucking jello shots out of Chicken Little dixie cups, I thought, "I've got the best friends in the whole world." It was certainly an "I love you guys!" moment.
Thank you all who came and shared the love. It was a good night. (and to whomever drank that Bud Light can: You should be aware that can has been in my fridge since before I moved into that apartment in 2002. There was more beer in the crisper...)
So, on to the matter at hand. Lunch. I'm having a greek salad, that I ordered with my pizza last night as part of my hangover dinner, but never got around to eating the salad. I'm looking forward to digging in to the onion-y goodness.
How is everyone else lunching this Monday? What's For Lunch?
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ah yes, the party was rockin'! too bad everyone left once i got there around 11pm...party poopers! the highlight of the evening was taking everyone home in ethics' car. whenever i went into second gear, the two 6 foot something men squished up in the front seat cried out "just skip second and shift into third, PLEASE!" hilarious.
today, i am buying lunch. i was too lazy to pack today, even though i wanted to bring something healthy like a salad. i am going to get one at breadline today as a substitute. perhaps i'll get the cous cous this time that i missed last week.
A great time was had by all Ethics. Happy birthday again. I was surprised by the lack of debauchery yet it is a testament to our increasing age and maturity. A special kudos to la choi for the expert chauffer job. I can report the attendance of at least seven WFLers. Well done folks.
I think I got home about 2:30ish and promptly ordered a greek salad and an extra large pizza from Papa Joe's. I then fell asleep on the couch watching a dvr'd episode of the McGlaughlin Group. Woke up feeling horribly but cured it with a trip to the Parkway Deli for breakfast.
I think I have lunch plans today at Wrapworks, but if that falls through I will return to Capital Grounds. Not sure what I'll get but something hot is in order. It's supposed to snow today.
I’m glad you had a good party, Ethics. I apologize for not making it. I actually did check tickets, even late last week. (I also attempted a drunken call to Jo on Saturday night to mayhaps relay some well wishes… except I couldn’t find his number. Luddite, remember.) Life just wouldn’t allow for a trip to DC. Maybe I’m not allowing life to allow for things, though. Maybe I’M in control!! I will put that on the list of things I’ll talk to my head doctor about whenever the fuck I get to see one. Ever tried to seek counseling via an HMO? I can’t think of a better example of counter-productivity.
Anyway, I got my blood tests back from my physical examination last week. All normal…except cholesterol. I know I know…Mr. Meatball Sub w/ Mayo has high-cholesterol?!?! Unreal, eh? Fuck! I knew I was pushing it. My dumb ass just had to go and turn itself in -- poof, there goes mayonnaise. Apparently I have to get re-tested in three months. Well, I’m going to take this seriously (sort-of). I’m going down to the Osco in a sec to snag some oats.
Oats!
Everyday!
Breehy-hinny-brinny-hoohy-fuckin’-hah!
The What'sForLunchers are pretty quiet today. What gives?
My salad was a let down, but I'm full so I guess that's all that matters.
I now wait for the impending snow and (fingers crossed!) subsequent time off. My house is stocked with enough food for a couple of days, and enough booze to last me for a long damn time. So much leftover booze...
Of course, Sinecure! If you don't mind the fact that though most of the bottles went out with this morning's trash, the floor is still kinda' sticky. (I could only clean so much in my morbidly hungover state yesterday)
We should have a snow party at my house! Who's with us???!!!
NON-LUNCH RELATED RAMBLING
I don't know if I've mentioned it yet (though, I know many of you are aware via off-blog conversations) that this weekend holds The Best Night of the Year. That's right: Stumbling Santas. The night 100+ Santas and their Christmas themed pals take Richmond, Virginia by storm. No doubt there will be Santa on Santa "violence", children will cry, mothers will be horrified, and a good time will be had by all. I feel the need to share with all of you what yours truly will be sporting this year: Best. Christmas. Hat. Ever.
END NON LUNCH POST, except to say, all are welcome. If you have any interest in joining us, please email me at ethicsrock@gmail.com or any other email you may have for me for more information.
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, GET READY TO SSSSSTTTTTTUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBBBLLLLLLEEEEEE!!!!!
my cous cous and curried chicken salad from breadline rarely disappoints. if it didn't smell so much, i'd eat it everyday.
i wish i could attend the debacherous stumbling santas event. however, i must support the "lil' choi" and her event this weekend.
ALL NEW YORKERS, LISTEN UP!
my lil' sis is throwing a vintage prom & fundraiser this friday night. everyone is going to dress to impress so put on your ruffles and tafetta 'cause it'll be a night to remember. i hope to see some WFLers there!
Love the leftover party booze. The hodgepodge of beers. The wine rack overflowing. Exotic elixirs in oddly-shaped bottles.
Well, if that isn’t an eerie segue - The guy from my local booze store just called me…at work…to chat. He does that sometimes. I don’t know how he got my number. Maybe I gave him a business card, but I don’t think so. I should have asked him the first time he called…now I missed the appropriate opportunity. He told me that he blew out a knee playing ping-pong and had surgery. That’s why I haven’t seen him around the store – that and I haven’t been there for a few weeks.
I’ve had a package of instant oatmeal (completely plain), a shitty orange and a stack of white cheddar pringles from the drugstore downstairs. Zero cholesterol in pringels, if you can believe it.
I don't know what a really bad cholesterol count is...maybe I'm just a little high. But Doctor Ramirez put a lot of exclamation points in his note that came with the test results. Seriously, I'm off the mayo.
dipso, I don't know what to say - I'm still laughing about your local liquor purveyor calling you up just to chat. That is so random and bizarre. Once I saw a Dr. who called me at work the next day, confessed to having procured my number from my file, and asked me out. It was weird, but made even weirder by the fact that he wasn't only my general Dr., he administered a pelvic exam as well. If not for that, I might have had dinner with him, but it just seemed like the cart was already Waaaaayyyy before the horse, and it kind of creeped me out. If he had been a booze vendor though - different story entirely.
You know, I'm a big fan of the Hellman's Reduced Fat mayo. 2 grams of fat and no cholesterol. Honestly, it's the only thing I eat.
Dr. Ramirez (I wanted to italicize Ramirez to show my scorn), doesn't know what the fuck he is talking about. Just switch brands.
I wish I was an OB/GYN. Not so I could see a bunch of cooters, but just so I would have the power. I'd be like Alec Baldwin in that one movie. A pelvic God. Man that'd be cool.
Hellman's Reduced Fat mayo actually tastes pretty damned good. Go for it Dipsy.
Dr. Ramirez
I've thought about reduced fat options, Ethics, but you're the first person to actually endorse one. I'll give it a go. Thanks!
That is a creeeeepy story. My Gregory is harmless and, in the end, always steers me towards excellent (for the price) wine and terrific (albeit WAY expensive) beer. But Dr. Pelvis...yeeee. I guess it must be a little flattering....
yeah, i say report the bastard for violating the confidential doctor/patient relationship. i'd be so skeeved out if my doc saw uterus and then asked me out on a date. let's report him to the board of medicine!
snow party...snow party...snow party...
also, check out this site, which should be an hommage to ethics' party. it doesn't have boone's, but it should.
and speaking of ping-pong, only ethics and jo know this, but my father won my church's ping-pong tournament several years back. he was really into it. according to my sis, he actually trained with a ping-pong olympian and bought a $500 paddle. can you believe it?
snow party...snow party...snow party...
e-que -- remember several snow days back when B and i were stuck for 3 days at your house? that was so much fun.
yeah, you know, I don't know how I forgot to mention the ping pong accident. WTF? (I actually had to read it twice, because I thought it said Beer Pong - which would have been even funnier) LaChoi's dad is quite the ping pong player, I hear. Also, I once dated someone who played competitively through hs. (I didn't mention that to LaChoi the night she told me of her father's skillz b/c I didn't want to get into it... but alas, I love the dorks)
Snow Party indeed! All are welcome! There's even some Boone's leftover. I know all of you in other cities might not get why we DCites are so excited, but when it snows here, we don't have to work!! Yippee!!
No worries, e-que. I hope Mrs. E-Que is feeling better. Sadly, there is no Strawberry Hill left, but I know where to get more. There will be other opportunities for Boone's induced debauchery.
I may need to make a Giant run tonight.
If tomorrow is gonna be a snow day I need to buy some provisions. An entire day of cold cuts and relishes. So sweet.
I think that blizzard in late December 1998 (or was in Jan. 99?) was the last snow day I’ve had. And it WAS a party. It was magical. When snow shuts this city down, I mean, there’s a LOT of fucking snow. When someone makes it over, even someone who you see pretty much everyday, it is cause for celebration because the journey they’ve just made was truly grueling. And when they're carrying about six pounds of steaks, chops and ribs and a case of beer -- Gavin will always be my hero for that moment.
You guys are wusses and I’m jealous.
Tis okay, Sin. I just informed LaChoi that I too was all talk, since even if we're buried under heaps and mounds of the white stuff, I've still got to be in at 8am or so for my Board Meeting. Yuck. I may indulge in a glass of red wine tonight, but sadly, no full on snow party for me either.
e-que -- i thought we hit the popeye's, not the church's chicken? i just remember being really disappointed when we tried to go to the safeway through all of that snow only to find it closed. doh! and damn, those bloody marys that mrs. e-que make were sooooo good.
no snow party?!?! bummer...la choi is sad.
I NEED YOUR HELP WFLers!!!
someone is hating on my blog. i then posted a response to said "anonymous" commenter, and they blasted me with another one under a username with no existing information...wtf??? WFLers, i need your help. help me lambast the SOB!!!!!!!!!
If you really want the anon to split, you should ignore.
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