Spent Saturday watching movies (Michael Clayton, good, There Will Be Blood, over my head) and drinking white russians. Party for Brittany's birthday in the evening. Was quite the decadent scene that I'm sure you can imagine for yourself, close, but now with more Smirnoff Ice, now you've got. Ended up getting really rather drunk, collapsed around 5am and then threw up til 3pm Sunday (thats the charming part of the weekend I was referring to earlier). Managed to eat Subway without throwing up at some point in mid afternoon (Wholemeal bread, veggie patty, toasted, cheese, all the salad, no green peppers, no jalapeno, mustard/mayo AMAZING) and that was pretty much the extent of my activites as the clocks went forward an hour and I nearly died. Its days like Sunday that remind me why I gave up drinking for so long.
On a more sombre note, Lizzie rented Big Business, I was so excited about seeing it, then the DVD wouldn't work. Terrible.
Here's a picture of Nancy Reagan. Just because.

UPDATE: Amy's dessert was a saffron and orange water semi-fredo. Fancy.
1 comment:
Lord above I love Big Business. When Lily Tomlin tells the guy that she is watching him and then shakes her enormous bracelets at him to make rattlesnake noises. This is pure actorly genius.
GENIUS.
I want noodles.
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