![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bedlamsbardRight, Easter. Which happened, and is not really significant for the non-Christian among us unless of course you live with people who do celebrate Easter. Texas and Alaska are off visiting friends in Florida, so it's me, Maryland, and her cousin from California, who is very nice, and seems really fascinated by how I don't like alcohol. (I had one sip of raspberry lambic beer yesterday -- before noon, even! -- which was fine, whatever, but reminded me that one reason I don't like alcohol is because I don't really like my drinks carbonated. I don't drink pop (soda, coke, whatever), either.)
Naturally, this means dinner party, which I had been assuming was just going to be the three of us, then Maryland invited a bunch of people from her church. I was pretty close to despairing, but it was not bad at all; they were mostly freshman, and apparently the non-drinking type, so I was pleasantly surprised to find that they didn't come armed with bottles of wine and tequila, which I swear to god I was expecting to happen. There was a lot of food, because Maryland made a vegetarian lasagna and a salad, California made cream of crab soup, I made approximately ten million rolls, and then Maryland made a king cake filled with apples and cream cheese for dessert. So we had way more food than we needed. (Clearly, we should have invited more boys; it was five girls and two guys.) (Also, I'm kind of thinking that maybe I should have said grace, but I feel it might have been just too awkward at a table full of Christians if I'd started calling on other gods. Wait, now I'm trying to remember how we said grace growing up, because my household was pretty...erm, agnostic, I think? Never went to church, but we did say grace at fancy dinners like Thanksgiving and Easter.)
So it was much less painful than I expected it would be. (As we can tell, I am not really one for gatherings of people I don't know, especially when I'm not expecting it.) Then the church girls went, I retired to my room, and Maryland, California, and her friend from Louisiana started drinking and watching basketball, loudly. I decided I was not going to put a DNF down on my reading list for the year and started plowing determinedly through Cesare Borgia, which is due back at the library today. Seventy pages down, seventy to go!
Today: start studying for finals, start packing for move-out (preferably, acquire boxes first), watch something. I wanted to watch LWW yesterday, but there was too much baking going on. I've still got Gladiator and PotC: CotBP out from the library. (CotBP is not my favorite -- once again, I am of the unpopular opinion and adore AWE, but my uni library lacks that one. As it also does Pearl Harbor and Independence Day. THE HORROR.)
No Easter, however, will ever be complete without the story of how my dog killed the Easter bunny, so I told that story. (Short version: Easter morning, dog with dead white rabbit. EASTER MORNING AT AN IMPRESSIONABLE AGE.)
Naturally, this means dinner party, which I had been assuming was just going to be the three of us, then Maryland invited a bunch of people from her church. I was pretty close to despairing, but it was not bad at all; they were mostly freshman, and apparently the non-drinking type, so I was pleasantly surprised to find that they didn't come armed with bottles of wine and tequila, which I swear to god I was expecting to happen. There was a lot of food, because Maryland made a vegetarian lasagna and a salad, California made cream of crab soup, I made approximately ten million rolls, and then Maryland made a king cake filled with apples and cream cheese for dessert. So we had way more food than we needed. (Clearly, we should have invited more boys; it was five girls and two guys.) (Also, I'm kind of thinking that maybe I should have said grace, but I feel it might have been just too awkward at a table full of Christians if I'd started calling on other gods. Wait, now I'm trying to remember how we said grace growing up, because my household was pretty...erm, agnostic, I think? Never went to church, but we did say grace at fancy dinners like Thanksgiving and Easter.)
So it was much less painful than I expected it would be. (As we can tell, I am not really one for gatherings of people I don't know, especially when I'm not expecting it.) Then the church girls went, I retired to my room, and Maryland, California, and her friend from Louisiana started drinking and watching basketball, loudly. I decided I was not going to put a DNF down on my reading list for the year and started plowing determinedly through Cesare Borgia, which is due back at the library today. Seventy pages down, seventy to go!
Today: start studying for finals, start packing for move-out (preferably, acquire boxes first), watch something. I wanted to watch LWW yesterday, but there was too much baking going on. I've still got Gladiator and PotC: CotBP out from the library. (CotBP is not my favorite -- once again, I am of the unpopular opinion and adore AWE, but my uni library lacks that one. As it also does Pearl Harbor and Independence Day. THE HORROR.)
No Easter, however, will ever be complete without the story of how my dog killed the Easter bunny, so I told that story. (Short version: Easter morning, dog with dead white rabbit. EASTER MORNING AT AN IMPRESSIONABLE AGE.)
(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-25 09:26 pm (UTC)No mention of deities or anything else.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-25 10:11 pm (UTC)(Although I think the most hilarious time has got to be the time I got to say grace to a table full of Buddhists. That was a very awkward Thanksgiving, since everybody at the table except me -- my mother had her boss and a bunch of Japanese students from the university; my dad was out of the country -- spoke Japanese. Yeah.)
(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-26 08:31 am (UTC)Wine is not carbonated! I would not drink it if it were. (Sparkling wines are the obvious exception here.) But regular old wine is intended to be sipped and enjoyed instead of a vehicle for getting COMPLETELY BLASTED, classy undergrad style.
(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-26 04:19 pm (UTC)*cough* I'm on a capslock thing today, I guess.