I celebrated my night off by taking a long, hot shower, chopping off the majority of my hair, and having two of my favorite people over for dinner. I plan to be asleep by midnight.
Dinner was lovely. We made paneer tikka masala, cranberry-walnut salad, and chocolate cake. And by ‘we’ made it, I mean that ‘they’ made it, while I sat at the table, drinking free expired wine from work and looking pretty. I should also note that I was feeding them food that they gave me a week ago when they were moving. So basically I am an awesome host. Come over!
Anyway, the cake was made without any sort of recipe because I was too tired to go upstairs and look for one. I have had some success with this approach in the past, but… um…. not tonight.
Graham. The texture of this cake reminds me of… something…
Me. An eraser?
The night wrapped up around eleven, with all three of us stifling yawns like the old fogeys we are. The temperature outside had dropped dramatically and I ran upstairs to grab a peacoat for Erin.
As I came back down, I heard Erin yelp, “I think I just saw a bat!”
They shuffled quickly into the night and I rushed upstairs to close my bedroom door before he set up house in my underwear drawer.
Our house has two stairways leading between the first and second floor– one is in the kitchen, which is where we were, and the other is in the living room, which is on the other side of the house. The stairs in the living room lead directly into my roommate Matt’s bedroom (which also has a door that leads into the upstairs hallway).
As I entered the hallway, I could see that he was already swooping around Matt’s dark bedroom. Gretchen’s door was already shut, so I hurried to shut mine when suddenly the bat came flying out of Matt’s room and at me. I ran into my room and the bat FLEW AT MY FACE so that when I slammed the door, I may have literally hit him with it that is how close he was.
I would really like to know why bats only come over when I’m home alone. I mean, I don’t even really mind bats except that I don’t want one FLYING AT MY FACE THANKS.
… and that’s all I’ve got, folks.