A satisfactory weekend

It wasn't a perfect weekend, but it turned out okay.

There was the wine that we couldn't figure out how to open, but I figured it out in the end. I find it funny that it was I, and not Josh who got it. Perhaps I was a little too tough, because I broke the corkscrew when I was trying to open the second bottle of wine.

I've learned how to cook a good, juicy steak and create the demi glaze that goes along with that perfect steak.

I also had a strange craving for baklava, and there's this place across the street from Josh's that sells it, yet I've never gone. I almost went yesterday, but I spent the rest of my cash buying eggs. Fortunately, I got free baklava at Jeff's house. It was just as good as I expected. Unfortunately, it was only one piece.

That's okay, ShopRite has baklava :)

Happy potato latkes!

Yes, I know potato latkes are not part of the Christmas holiday, but I think they're the best part of December. I learned how to make them and helped cook them. Awesome.

Mmm.... potato-ey goodness.

Two Turtledoves

There's nothing like a company Christmas party where each table has to sing one part of "The Twelve Days of Christmas" and quite a few people are smashed.

Just imagine phrases like "Two turtledoves" and "Seven swans a-swimming" bellowed like football team names in a stadium.

Witnessing that made the entire party worth attending.

What day is it?

I didn't realize that there's only a week left until Christmas.

My cards haven't been done and I hadn't done any shopping whatsoever.

Four hours at the mall later: I am semi-satisfied with my purchases. I'm still not done yet though. Josh told me he spent fifteen minutes on my gift, and I don't even know how much time put together I've spent putting together his gift.

Bah. It's almost 11:00 and I still haven't started on my cards. What about my wrapping? I think I'm going to have to catch up on sleep this weekend.

Don't be cheeky

It finally happened. My parents don't like my visiting Josh and I'm an embarrassment to the family. I stayed at Josh's house with him and his family during the snowstorm and that made me the biggest disgrace.

Apparently, my staying at Rutgers with him wasn't a big deal compared to this. My mother said that chinese girls don't stay at boy's family's houses until their married. So after I'm married, I can stay at a hundred boys' houses?

In short, I'm moving out. In fact, I'm moving tomorrow.

No rest for the wicked

Bah.

I was looking forward to a nice weekend away with shopping after this crazy week, but along came a blizzard. I made do with what I had to work with, meaning I drove to Josh's house, which is 7 minutes from my house instead of mine. I'll use the excuse that the road to his house looked better. Now I'm snow bound here and my car is being quickly buried by round two of said blizzard. I had to park on the street, which is okay.

Josh didn't get his mail yesterday, and it's doubtful that it will arrive today. So much for that USPS slogan.