I remember this episode of The Mole from 2005, back when it was a show and Anderson Cooper hosted it and I didn’t feel the cold bony hand of death placed firmly on my shoulder. (Turns out that getting old only takes 5 years!) Contestants had to spend the night in a room with the song “Tiny Bubbles” playing on a constant loop while they were trying to sleep in a small room with cots. Confined spaces on uncomfortable furniture listening to the same sounds over and over again is a form of torture, we can all agree, right? Just checking.
Also, I’m glad to have a 2 day work week.
The weekend was pretty relaxing too. We got a t-vite (text invite, not a “t-bag invite” which I just found out exists.)(not this)
on Friday from our friend to come over and participate in a small friendsgiving.
I half-assedly looked around the apartment for something to bring as a side. The best I could come up with was one of 3 varieties of frozen pizza or some packets of instant mashed potatoes, but I knew our host would already have real ones for us. The breadbox yielded 2 packages of easy mac, a tub of miniature gummy bears, and 2 half eaten packages of Mamba. It’s funny how you can be the kind of person who owns a breadbox and simultaneously the kind of person who stores your candy in said breadbox.
So we just brought some Hudys and my traditional water bottle full of vodka and tonic. Boyfriend and I probably overdid it on the outfits like we do when the seasons change and we have new clothes and places to go.
There was turkey and sides and cheap beer and wine flavored cigarellos (!!?) and it was lovely. Even lovelier than I expected. Our friends hosting the party are always quite generous and generally fun to be around.
Saturday we did the traditional shopping for our store and at some point mid-afternoon I downloaded the Sims 3 for iPhone app. I played for a few hours while boyfriend did some work. When he was finished he downloaded the app himself (goodbye $6.99 x 2!) and we played until Saturday Night Live came on, watched for a few minutes, then geared our phones back up as soon as the first commercial came on. We had made plans the night before but decided that playing a game on our phones in sweatpants was more appealing?
So naturally one of the first things we did on Sunday was to buy the full version for Wii. I made a Sim of myself and obviously one of a bitchy and ghetto foster-sister with bleached blonde hair named Q’Wzinar T. (Cuisinart! Such a perfect ghetto name, me.)
I flipped the game off long enough to catch the last hour or so of the AMAs and see NKOTBSB – THE BEST (would only be topped by NKOTB/N’Sync. Tour name pending.) and watch little Justin Bieber hug it out with Usher. Awww you guyyyyys!
Anywho, I’m probably going to spend a lot of free time playing The Sims this week. Also slaving over an apple pie. Also eating.