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Memorial Day grillout, of course
May. 29th, 2007 02:27 pmHi, LJ folk. How was your Memorial Day? I have to say that mine was pretty nice.
I mixed up some barbecue seitan, along with some homemade barbecue sauce. (I love making barbecue sauce; it's so easy, yet so great once the long long simmering is over!) We also threw some corn on the grill. Kevin made coleslaw, and I made some bread. So in the end we had something resembling Carolina barbecue sandwiches (i.e. pulled pork sandwiches with coleslaw on top of the pork), except that the barbecued 'meat' was a patty. Also various kinds of tasty summery beers -- you should try Blue Moon's Honey Moon Summer Ale, it's like spicy, citrusy candy, and yet nothing like their spring ale (which was also like spicy, citrusy candy). After food, we [the roommates, basically, for a sufficiently broad definition thereof] played a couple of games; a five-person round of Puerto Rico, and a round of Chez Geek (which I sat out of in order to write a bad poem).
After Liz and her man had gone to bed and Mollie had left, Kevin and I sat on the couch and watched some more eps of Slings & Arrows. If you aren't familiar with this show, you should be. It's set at the fictional New Burbage Shakespeare Festival (similar to the actual Stratford Festival), and follows the off-stage drama surrounding the on-stage drama. It's completely brilliant. Those Canadians, I swear, they make some amazing TV. A quick glance on Wikipedia seems to imply that the third season (from the summer of 2006) was their last; I hope this isn't the case, since from what we've watched so far of the first season it's simply amazing.
Today is a return to the real world of school, but honestly it's not bad. In an amazing reversal of the usual order of things, the end of this quarter is very low-key for me. I've got some poems to revise, and that's about it. Unfortunately, this also leaves plenty of time for self-recrimination. The poem I wrote yesterday for forms class is really and truly crap. I mean, it is a turd of a poem. I'm embarrassed to have sent it out to my class. So last night I was beating myself up over it, which I normally wouldn't have time for. Luckily, however, I was able to write a new poem this afternoon that makes me much happier, so maybe that'll be enough to make me feel like less of a hack in class.
I mixed up some barbecue seitan, along with some homemade barbecue sauce. (I love making barbecue sauce; it's so easy, yet so great once the long long simmering is over!) We also threw some corn on the grill. Kevin made coleslaw, and I made some bread. So in the end we had something resembling Carolina barbecue sandwiches (i.e. pulled pork sandwiches with coleslaw on top of the pork), except that the barbecued 'meat' was a patty. Also various kinds of tasty summery beers -- you should try Blue Moon's Honey Moon Summer Ale, it's like spicy, citrusy candy, and yet nothing like their spring ale (which was also like spicy, citrusy candy). After food, we [the roommates, basically, for a sufficiently broad definition thereof] played a couple of games; a five-person round of Puerto Rico, and a round of Chez Geek (which I sat out of in order to write a bad poem).
After Liz and her man had gone to bed and Mollie had left, Kevin and I sat on the couch and watched some more eps of Slings & Arrows. If you aren't familiar with this show, you should be. It's set at the fictional New Burbage Shakespeare Festival (similar to the actual Stratford Festival), and follows the off-stage drama surrounding the on-stage drama. It's completely brilliant. Those Canadians, I swear, they make some amazing TV. A quick glance on Wikipedia seems to imply that the third season (from the summer of 2006) was their last; I hope this isn't the case, since from what we've watched so far of the first season it's simply amazing.
Today is a return to the real world of school, but honestly it's not bad. In an amazing reversal of the usual order of things, the end of this quarter is very low-key for me. I've got some poems to revise, and that's about it. Unfortunately, this also leaves plenty of time for self-recrimination. The poem I wrote yesterday for forms class is really and truly crap. I mean, it is a turd of a poem. I'm embarrassed to have sent it out to my class. So last night I was beating myself up over it, which I normally wouldn't have time for. Luckily, however, I was able to write a new poem this afternoon that makes me much happier, so maybe that'll be enough to make me feel like less of a hack in class.
