Joelle said around mid-afternoon on June 22, 2008
It’s been a really busy week and with this heat, it’s been difficult to get things done in a timely fashion. My laptop can only run for a couple hours before it’s Africa hot and I can’t even rest my wrists on it. The fans work and are clean, I have a cooling pad underneath, but even with the fan in the room pointing right at me, it needs a cool down.
So, I decided to stop work at a normal time on Friday and join Daniel, Richard, mikey, and a couple other guys from Twitter at Urban Mo’s for a cocktail.
Yeah, a gay bar on a Friday night during a Summer of (thus far) sweltering heat was an adventure. We finally managed to carve ourselves a little niche and this drunk guy comes stumbling up mumbling something about how “there are SO many hot guys in here, right?” and he was wondering if he could put his mug of beer down where I was sitting, which happened to be in the middle of our little group. I was too nice and Daniel had to usher him away. Hey, I’m a sucker for a man who slurs.
Anyway, mikey and I bailed after that because it was hotter than Hell hit with a hammer and my car has air conditioning. I was hungry so we hit the Wendy’s drive-thru over by mikey’s place. While I’m deciding between the salty burger and the greasy chicken sandwich, I overhear this woman in the minivan in front of me ordering her meal. She seemed like she was just ordering and ordering… and ordering, so I start to listen more intently.
“I’d like one baked potato… with butter ONLY.”
“Would you like anything else?”
“Yes, I’d like one baked potato with chives and one with butter ONLY.”
“So is that one with chives and two with butter only or one?”
“Yes and I’d like one with cheese.”
“Do you want anything else?”
“Yes, I’d like one baked potato with butter ONLY and one with chili, but NO cheese. One with cheese. And then one with chives and butter ONLY.”
“Wait. Uhhh… OK, so did you want...?”
And this went on for like 10 minutes. She could have gotten a 5 lb. sack of potatoes for about 1/8th of what she paid at Wendy’s for her epic potatorama. I couldn’t help but send this Tweet which was apparently enjoyed by all we’d just left at Mo’s. They were speculating as much as we were about what this woman could possibly be doing with all these baked potatoes.
Spontaneous dinner party and she without side dish? All starch diet? Tuber fetish? What?
Joelle said in the late morning on June 18, 2008
Kathy on pets:
Joelle: I want two or three weiners.
Kathy: doesn’t every woman?
Joelle said in the early morning on June 17, 2008
Last night I decided to drag myself out of the house for some social interaction before I turned into one of those crazy shut-ins with a bunch of cats and her ass organically fused to the couch. OK, the likelihood of that happening is slim; I’m allergic to cats. But I do have a new fish! I named him Bill. Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh!
So, I sent a last-minute tweet saying I was going to be at the Lamplighter last night, and Daniel (who may consider having his iPhone surgically affixed - hee!) sent me a text that he and Richard were going to “get cute” and meet me there. That was a nice surprise!
I’d arrived just a few minutes before they did and had really only intended to go out for an hour or two, but we ended up staying until like 1am! I had no idea it was so late, but we were having a good time. I sang a bunch of times, though it wasn’t my finest night of song choices. I did “A Fine Romance”, but it was a duet version, which threw me, so I stumbled and lost the melody. I bailed out about half way through. Thank god you can do that in karaoke! Song sucks? You can easily be replaced by some schmo gyrating to “Livin’ on a Prayer”. No worries.
Because it was so noisy in there, my throat is shot today. I sound like Kathleen Turner. That seems to happen every time I go out to sing now, which tells me I need to practice at home a bit more, even warm up. I feel so hoity toity saying that about karaoke, but I don’t want to end up one of those people you hear sing and you think, “Wow, she sounds like she had a really good voice once...”
I sang a few other tunes which were feh. I don’t think I was really feeling it last night, nor was the crowd, really. Not for me, really. Except for this one girl… she was enthusiastic. When I got off the stage and sat down, she shoved the book in my face, “Sing another one! Sing another one! Sing it! Go on! Put it up there! Sing this one! Sing that one! Wow, you can really sing. I wish I had your talent!” And on and on and on and on… It was really sweet and I was very flattered, but holy hell, woman! Step away from the Red Bull and vodka.
Then she got up there and belted out “At a Medium Pace” by Adam Sandler. With feeling.
I had such a good time with Daniel and Richard. They’re so much fun. 
And I got to see chickrawker a bit, too, which was nice. I’ve not seen her in forever… she sang a few songs as well. It was Monster Ballad Monday. Had I known, I would have dug up something from my junior high days. Extreme? Sheriff? Maybe next week…
Joelle said in the evening on June 16, 2008
I’m at karaoke with the dashing Daniel and his hot hot man, Richard. We are singing and cocktailing and having a grand ol’ time. Photos to follow!
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Joelle said in the early morning on June 16, 2008
I was just in the kitchen making myself an omelette. Omelet? Omelett? I say the first, but I digress…
I don’t fancy myself a chef, but I love to cook and am trying to get better at my overall culinary skills. I decided this morning’s breakfast would be devoted to the “egg flip”. So, I got my little 6-inch omelette pan and my Reddi-Egg (seriously, the best cholesterol-free eggs I’ve ever had… better than Egg Beaters and half the price. Trader Joe is my secret lover.). I added a teaspoon of extra virgin olive oil and off I went!
While my eggs set up, I dug around in the fridge for something to put in my omelette. I grabbed some cilantro, some chile verde sauce and a lone slice of pepper jack cheese, which was hidden between the soy milk and the econo-jar of minced garlic.
I checked my eggs and gave it a little zshush to see if it would release from the bottom of the skillet. This is why I love cooking omelettes with olive oil instead of butter, because it never ever sticks and it rarely burns. I decided to go ahead and give it a flip.
Alas, I didn’t notice that there was one pocket on top that wasn’t quite ready to be flipped; it was still a bit too liquidy and the next thing I knew, it was raining eggs. Eggs on the stove, eggs in my hair, eggs on the wall… but dammit, my omelette, what was left of it, landed in the pan! *applause* I let out a little “Yes!”, did a little dance and then wiped Reddi-Egg out of my cleavage.
The bulk of the omelette was fine, there was just about 3 tablespoons that went akimbo, so as the other side sizzled, I added a bit of torn cilantro (coriander for my English friends 
), my slice of cheese and a couple teaspoons of the chile verde, folded it over and after a few minutes, risked another flip.
After a few practice zshushes, I gave it a go. I had no idea eggs were so aerodynamic. That omelette got some height! I was afraid it was going to hit my vent in the ceiling or land on my bar shelf or something, but no, it did a triple Lindy and landed right back in my skillet, unharmed. And the crowd went wild!
Yeah, so I’ll spare you the rest. Let’s just say it was a tasty breakfast. Next up: chopping an onion without bringing up issues from my childhood.
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