Thanksgiving musings

Thanksgiving was delicious, as always, though for once I escaped without eating dessert! We're going back tonight, though, so I don't think I can hold out against the lure of buttermilk pie. Mmmmm.

I slept in yesterday; I was such a slug! All of my idealistic plans of getting up early, cleaning my room, changing my betta tank water, and generally being an upstanding human being were undermind by the softness and warmth of the flannel sheets. I lazed for about an hour and a half, then got up to make green bean casserole! Yum! I made it with and without cheesy Frenches Fried Onions (tm), and both seemed to be a total hit. We had enough this year, too.

We had a total of nine people at dinner, including my mom, her Mr. Wolf, s1ncer1ty, shingan, learan, the crazy couple across the hallway, Roomie2, and a Reverend from mom's school. The reverend was pushy and invited herself to say grace, so I warned the troops. We all managed to keep our expressions reasonably tolerable for most of it; it was one of those generic Ecumenical Christian 'mother-father god' sort of graces. The only thing that really ticked me off was the requirement to say something we're thankful for.

I hate that one.

I'm perfectly fine sharing some of that with people if I feel like it, but bring in any sort of requirement and I dig my heels in. My think I'm thankful for, I'm alive. The thing all of my friends are thankful for, their friends. I guess I'm the ungrateful one, huh? ;)

I think we ticked off Rev. Z. That's just fine by me; she ticked me off so I'll return the favor. Childish, yes, but there you go. ;) I may or may not hear about it later; I'll probably pick my mom's brain (and let her know that any other reverends she invites might want to be briefed on the fact that most of us aren't Christian and few of us enjoy being scolded to say something we're thankful for 'even if it's just that you're alive.'). Of course, one could argue that I'm well nigh elderly now, so I might as well just accept that people are going to be firm and make demands, but seeing as I didn't check 'yes' under 'you can tell me what to do' with this particular individual, I think I'll pass. The thing that bugged me the most was that I always feel semi-hostessish at Thanksgiving when my friends are there, and some of them felt very uncomfortable during the prayer; I don't like people feeling uncomfortable in 'my' house, even if it's not really mine anymore. I particularly don't like it when said Rev. Z. stares at Roomie2 for some reason to make sure he agrees with her. Maybe she sense one of the only (the only?) Christian in the room beside herself.

Our group went from those busily stuffing their faces, to the Bodlily Orifice Band, to Online Loafers (ahhh, Furuba!), to the Solmnents in record time. I was in a decidedly Tohru-ish mood last night; it's a pity it didn't carry over to waking the dragon this morning. ;)

Drunken musings

There is a state one can reach through skillful drinking where the world seems to recede into a haze of happiness - or at least this is my normal tipsy state. It's not truly drunk - I'm still on control and cognoscente - but it's more un-sober than an extended sleep-high is. It's been difficult for me to reach this state willfully recently; the current fat-loss and muscle-gain has lead to changes in how much alcohol does it and at what speed the alcohol must be drunk to maintain it. My tolerance has been shifting wildly from one side to the other. Tonight, though, through divine providence or some unconscious skill, I have managed to reach this state and will be able to maintain it until I start chugging water. Mmmm... laguz.

In other news, the Aya-coat has made its way from cosplay extra to part of my normal wardrobe; I love the damn thing. The only thing that would make me happier is if it was leather. I may end up going on a leather-trench shopping trip sometime in the near future; Hyattsville had loads of them. I would also like some buckle-boots, mostly to expand on this whole 'stepping loud; thing I've been playing with. Unfortunately, until I loose the bulk of the weight my uber-fat-calves will preclude any forays into knee high or thigh high boot-dom; I have high hopes for the future however.

Wearing the hat (18 inch brim) and the scarf (Ravenclaw colors) that shingan gave me triggered an idea for the world's worst cross-over. Where in the World is Harry Potter and the White Cross. I think, like my Gundam Wing/Slayers fusion, this will never see the light of day. We should be grateful for this. We should be especially grateful that house Weepy-woe will never join the annuls with house Sparkley-poo.

Things I'm grateful for: friends who listen when I talk, memories of a distant love, the warmth of the gods, good alcohol, good food, and good anime/manga. W007.

Oh yeah - and I came up with a neat idea; I want to create a belly-dance to one of Juno Reactor's songs (or another band into the Matrix-style trance music). It would be cool; I just have to build up to maintaining the gyrating.