A Twisty Bobcat Pretzel

We have acquired a lampshade. That means exactly what it sounds like it means. There was an abandoned lampshade laying in the A&P parking lot. It looked rather lonely without a lamp to cover, so we felt obligated to take it home. It has been traveling around with us for the past few days in the back of Roxie's car, and there is a 1 in 4 chance that it will make an appearance in pictures sometime in the near future. 

That being said, today was most likely one of the best rainy days in a while. It began with a mad-dash trying to make a train to the city, but that failed miserably, especially when we discovered that the person we were trying to meet there was, in fact, in Long Island. Good job telling us ahead of time, loser. 

While in Summit, we went to an art show, but of course it was raining, and we were still trying to pass time until the next train (that was when we still thought that maybe it was a good idea to go to the city anyway). When we realized that the weather was against us, we turned the day into a visit to... THE LIBRARY! Now, that may seem boring, lame actually, but no, we rented a few chick flicks, some cds, and a Vietnamese cookbook!

So, with the music, movies, and cookbook in tow, we returned to Reno's house to view said movies and make said Vietnamese food (because of course Reno's pantry includes the most obscure ingredients... including shrimp paste? whatever). While the chicken defrosted, we ran upstairs (where we had to kick Reno's little sister off of Reno's bed as per usual) to watch Two Weeks Notice, a surprisingly good movie, even if only for the one-liners. 

Examples: 

"Is this belt too flashy, or is it belt-tacular?" 

"I am really good in bed... believe me, pal. You should be so lucky because the lawyery exterior... don't let that fool you, because inside I am, like, a complete animal. It's like, bobcat. You know it's scary... No. No. Look, I can bend like a pretzel. I'm serious. And I'm not talking the straight kind. I'm talking, like, the twisty kind. Twisty, like the bobcat salty kind of pretzel... because that's what men want, right?... The twisty-bobcat kind of pretzel..."

After the movie, we finished cooking what was declared a "keeper" recipe: Ginger Chicken. Yum. Spicy. Sweet. Good. Perhaps we should post the recipe... but that will come here later.

Post-dinner, we finished the movie-film and set out in search of Zita's, which quickly evolved into a search for Red Bull, when we realized that Red Bull would be better than Zita's. In searching for an open Krausers, we stumbled upon Plaster Fun House, which was closed, but never fear! When it is open, we shall return to paint things, and it will be good!

After that, we journeyed to Mark's house for some hardcore Rock Band with Mark and Tom. Reno sang for the first time ever (The Perfect Drug, by Nine Inch Nails*). She sat in a corner and tried to sing softly so that no one could hear her, but we still got to listen because she failed to realize that her voice does, in fact, come through the speaker system. Good job, Reno. Despite her "stage fright" she managed to pull off a 93%. Congratulate her the next time you see her. 

Also, side note: The "Bad Food"** household has very little toilet paper. This seems natural in a house where 86% of the inhabitants are male, but when one of them occupies the shower in the only bathroom with toilet paper, life becomes difficult for female visitors. Shout-out to Joe, who fetched toilet paper for those in need. 

When Tom announced his hunger, we tried to decide on a place to eat, but seeing as we're all indecisive people, the discussion lead to a mass-wrestling match, rather than to a solution. Wrestling soon turned to tickling, when the boys realized how ticklish Roxie is, and decided that torture was fun. Thanks, boys. 

Our excursion to a diner quickly turned into a visit to I-HOP instead (which sadly strays from our title, but deal with it), where the bacon was good, our waiter was cute, and we stole a strawberry. Now, you'd think when I say strawberry, it means a piece of fruit, but no. It was a paper strawberry hanging on the wall. So with the support of the whole group, and the other group of kids in the restaurant, Reno removed removed the thumb-tack holding it in place and stuffed it in Roxie's bag. Be on the lookout for its appearance in Reno's dorm room next year, but until then, it will keep the lampshade company.

Onto la music-a:

In continuation of the female artists from my last post, we have M.I.A. She's fantastic, and we aspire to learn to dance like her as soon as possible. There is a serious need for more female rappers in our lives, and in your lives too, so these songs need some serious sharing:

M.I.A. - Boyz

M.I.A. - Lady Killer

M.I.A. - Paper Planes

M.I.A. - Hussel (f. Afrikan Boy)

Peace out, cub scout. 

*Hopefully, this will soon be a link to the song (as soon as I get it on my computer). In the meantime, watch the absinth-inspired music video on Youtube:

Nine Inch Nails - The Perfect Drug

** Name changed to protect identity of family. (However, friends of the family can figure out how the name "Bad Food" is a derivation of the family name.)