Since it's been a few weeks since my last blog, I thought I would use my age old tactic of inundating you with pictures instead of actual content. I know what you people want. You're Instagram while I'm still LiveJournal.
So let's take a trip back....to a few weeks ago during my last weekend back in Denver. I woke up that Friday morning, at some ungodly hour while my brain was on east coast time and my body was on 80 year old man time. I laid in bed thinking, what should I do today? Maybe get a hair cut? a little laundry? Take a walk around the neighborhood? (see 80 year old man comment before...) But after a quick scan of Facebook I remembered that my good friend Laura was coming for a visit and in just a matter of a couple hours, I cleaned the entire house, read and ignored all the mail, and even bought some fresh flowers because that's something homeowners probably do. A freshly spruced house was the perfect back drop to an entire day spent completely out of that house. Eh...at least I got it cleaned. Unfortunately, I didn't take one picture of me and Laura together that day, drinking, eating, drinking, driving up a mountain, drinking. But I did take a picture of this grave site of some guy that did some stuff, so use your imagination that we were both there.
The following day, after sitting around in a park drinking beer and watching other people exercise, some friends came back to my house and helped me get in touch with my people. That is to say, we cooked Indian food. And in one fell swoop, my house smelled like what all my neighbors probably think my house smells like every day. Whatever it was BOSS.
|Helping! Also, just a good shot of my house.|
|frying onions, because this was the only time I could take a picture|
|From top to bottom: murgh badaami, papad, green and tamrind chutnies, naan, saag paneer, and basmati rice.|
|Pretending like they loved it...with their empty plates.|
|A blueberry bush in the front and a rasberry bush in the back|
|Some kind of sage plant. I forget.|
|1 of 3 columbines planted in the front yard.|
Flew back to DC last Monday and spent the week drinking and carousing, as per usual, before the weekend arrived and I could take a break by doing more drinking and carousing. But the difference was, of course, this Shark Melon:
Also, I'd like to offer no explanation of this image of the Chupacabra.
|He only appears in shadows.....and in dreams.|
Warning, it's pretty stupid.
What else? Last night I went to Rasika, an Indian restaurant here in DC. The chef for Rasika was awarded a James Beard award, which is a culinary award given for not getting your beard in the soup. His food and his draanks were top notch. Which I assume is the best notch.