April 9th

We're fucking cute, aren't we?

Hey! Let's begin. 

Today is the day after passover, and I am feeling well rested, and perfectly satiated. I think this lends a lethargic quality to my writing. I'm just so sleepy and content and can feel my ideas melting into a viscous goo before I have the opportunity to express them. 

Dinner last night was delicious. I mean, you can't beat the Deec, but it came pretty darn close. Everything was home cooked simple and you could just taste the nutrients. Do you know what I'm talking about? You know when you're hungry, but need more than to just fill your stomach and you just want to be able to taste the healthfulness of your food. Well I find this phenomenon to be most realized in foods like brussels sprouts where you can feel the leaves dust over your tongue and can taste the garden and feel good and pure despite the industrialization of American agriculture. I really like brussels sprouts. 

Oh, so this is funny. Throughout the Passover Seder, four cups of wine are drunk at appropriate intervals during the ceremony. Passover wine is called Manishevitz and it is sweet, bordering on syrupy and is pleasant as a once-a-year sort of thing. Well, as the night progressed I noticed that my wine had been liberally sloshed about my place setting. It was on the table cloth, on my shirt, and on my plate. It was such a mess, and it was kind of embarrassing that my place setting was more disheveled than the four year old's who was sitting across from me. After the first spill I was startled at my clumsiness, and really couldn't understand how it had happened. It was something of a phantom accident. I tried to cover it up relatively discreetly especially considering that my aunt is a neat freak and wouldn't be thrilled about my lack of coordination. As the splattering continued, I became worried about my level of intoxication. How drunk could I be after 3 glasses of wine?! I'm pretty proud of my relatively high tolerance and was yet again embarrassed that I was unable to hold my liquor in from of a table full of mostly strangers. I really looked a right mess and was kind of panicking. Myself and my surroundings were saturated in the sticky sweet fruit of the vine. By the time the 4th glass came around I could almost feel the wine oozing out of the sides of my glass before I was able to make yet another failed attempt at drinking. On second thought, I actually could feel the wine oozing, no wait! Leaking! from my glass. Yup, My wine glass had a perpetually dripping, sloshing, gushing, leak that was responsible for all of my personal internal trauma. FML. Now one of my favorite sweaters is stained, but oh well, it was all in the spirit of Pesach. 

I'm not happy with this post. I'm too relaxed and nearly agitated enough to make it work as I usually do. Stay tuned for tuesday ,also come to the drag show on Saturday. 

One final note, Today's post is brought to you by Molly Shoemaker. This divine angel of salvation maintained the consistency of my blogging by allowing me to use her Power chord in order to save my dying computer. If you see molly around be sure to thank her for allowing your greatest source of pleasure to continue to exist. So, don't let her heroic deed be in vain by neglecting to comment. Ok?