St. Patrick's Day

In addition to stuff, I also like St. Patrick's Day. I'm a big fan of wearing green and drinking Guinness. I did both, plus I had a Smithick's and some extra special fun. But that part's a secret, and there were only two witnesses. Officially, anyway. *wink, wink*

Impending Weekend

I've been bad about posting because all I do is stress about not having a job (and trying to find one, which I spend many hours doing). As it turns out, there is nothing interesting in the NYT for me to add either, which doesn't help matters.
BUT, it's Friday, and I'm having a cocktail party tomorrow! I know you're dying to know, so I'll reprint my menu here:

• Portable caprese salad
• Rumaki
• Warm goat cheese on toasted baguette with bread crumbs and olive oil
• Bruschetta, with my homemade tapenade
• Little pizza bianca
• Cosmopolitans

See, now I bet you wish you could come. It's going to be Loki's coming out party...
I got a kitten two weeks ago, so that makes things vveeerrryy interesting around the house. His name is Loki, and he is a charmer/total terror (or, perhaps, "contriver of all fraud?").

'Tis not the best photo of the li'l guy, but the rest are being held hostage on my camera (until I get around to uploading them, I'm VERY lazy about this). Lucy's not nuts about him, although she has started doing this thing where she pins him down while he cries and licks him, and I think it's some kind of mothering-type activity (I hope). Otherwise, they wrestle, or fight, if you're not as optimistic as I am about their relationship.
That's about all the news I have. I have to get home and tend to my raging kitten and his less-than-thrilled-about-the-baby fellow cat. Aren't you so jealous of my life? Unemployed with cats?

I'm having this party, if you're a friend, you're invited

Pabst Blue Ribbon

In a NYT article about high-end catering and hostessing in Washington, D.C.:
"In that sense, catering by Costco is a style statement, like drinking Pabst Blue Ribbon beer."
It's known by some as reverse chic, and since I've never achieved chic, I'd like to think that maybe I could be considered reverse chic. Better than nothing, right? I have always been a PBR drinker, and a Costco caterer. Ahead of the curve? Behind the curve? Reverse chic. I like it.

Brew at the Zoo (and wine too!)

Rex and I went to Brew at the Zoo last night, which is an all-you-can-drink beer festival, with lots of food, at the Denver Zoo. It's one of the most awesome events ever. You pay $50 ($40 if you're a zoo member like myself), and drink and eat all that you want. Interesting to note, however, that every single time I got in line for the first hour and a half of the event, someone cut in front of me. Every time. I felt like I had a note plastered to my forehead that said, "no, I'm not actually in line, I'm just standing here with this empty glass for no reason." The people watching was also pretty spectacular, and the dessert table never had a line the whole night. The mini-cheesecakes and hot apple pie were AMAZING. I now have two temporary tattoos and about 10 new favorite beers. I'll be going to Brew at the Zoo every year from now on.

Snoop Dogg

Rex and I went to a Snoop Dogg concert at the Fillmore Auditorium last night. And it was awesome. The people watching was just about the greatest ever. I saw a woman so fat her cha hung down to her knees. Lots and lots of short short skirts and stiletto heels (most of these girls were really struggling to walk/stay upright). Really drunk people. Lots of awesome white boy dancing. Plus, I never thought I'd end up at a Snoop show, and it was SO much fun. I knew all the old songs! (because I'm old- I've been listening to Snoop for about 13 years, which is more than half my life).

I am so hungover

I feel like burning. Bartenders should not put my cocktails in pint glasses. That's just asking for trouble. Mmmm blueberry vodka. Dancing with JEB's mom was pretty awesome (except that we did it not when the band was actually playing, but when they had taken a break...way to go). Dinner parties are also trouble. My dad picked me up at the bar at 1:30 in the morning. He made fun of me this morning. This is ridiculousness.