Indecisive Peach

I know, I know, “live-blogging” I said; but this is the part where all of you mill around in the front, gets some alcoholic drinks, and come back for some plane blogging tomorrow. Here’s another thousand words to tide you over:

Night, Hi-Chicago 10:42 Central Time

When I left you, I was watching The Hustler and I only got about five minutes into it before we started to land. It’s been cloudy in Chicago, but the torrential rainfall that delayed us and canceled other flights around the country were not in sight.

It is not a dry heat here.

As a came out of the jetway, I got hit with how itty bitty the airports I normally have dealings with really are. Here, throngs of people, and me, mixing it up with them.

I found the subway with relative ease, and noticed something very quickly – Germans are everywhere. I found them on the subway, in the hostel, on the street. It’s an invasion and they are confused and quick to get irritated, yet bound and determined to see the world. This amuses me because I can understand them muttering about the inadequacies of our systems. “Ick versteh’ nit wie das hier geht. Irgandwie blöd das ganze System. Was machen wir jetzt?”

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My lands, I leave for Chicago in nearly 8 hours.  Be prepared: Live blogging!

Yesterday was fondue night. Last Christmas, I randomly mentioned to my Mom that I would really love a fondue set, whereto she walked into the kitchen and pulled out a complete 1972 fondue kit. “It was five bucks. Take it.” I should have mentioned something more difficult, but knowing my Mom and how she knows me, she would have found that something at a yardsale as well.

The kit is great: a small pot with a wood-handle, a slightly ornate curved iron stand, a burner, and a wooden stand. (Wood? Burner? It was definitely 1972.) The downside of having a 1972 fondue kit is that the burner actually, you know, requires risky material. As the fact stands that me walking into a kitchen is risky business in itself, I knew the burning might be a problem (For example, the chicken I made last night caused me to set off the fire alarm with J once again yelling at me that I don’t need to cook everything on high.)

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A recent IM conversation, littered with entirely too many lol’s:

Me: Man, I could use a drink.
E: Here.
Me: Hmm?
E: *A Drink*
Me: Mystical and unnamed.
Me: Like taking candy from a stranger methinks.
E: Bah. You know me. I’m offended.
Me: Lol.
Me: I’m just saying.
Me: *quickly takes Drink*
Me: *adds one mana point*
E: Lol!
E: You know, life would be weirder if it was an RPG.
Me: So much cooler.
Me: God, the awesome hair I would have.
E: “I can’t see what’s coming up to kill me!”
Me: You just wander into people’s house and take their gold.
Me: And there are no toilets.
Me: Lol.
E:  “Why hasn’t anybody ever seen or opened this random chest of gold? Kickass?”
Me: Kickass!
Me: *takes gold*
Me: Your character is now too heavy.
Me: *puts down gold*
Me: Damn.
Me: Lol.
Me: I’m highly amused.
E: “Can you flavor my mana potion this time? I’m sick of blue.”
Me: “Mana margarita!”
Me: “A round on me!”
E: Sweet Jebus.
Me: “I need to get rid of some gold.”
Me: Lol.
E: Indeed.
E: “The big dude in this party smells really bad.”
Me: “But he takes a lot of hit points.”
Me: “We have to keep him.”
E: “Shit, my hit points are crappy.”
Me: “Here, have a magic feather for that.”
E: “I suddenly feel a wave of…. EXPERIENCE!”
Me: Dude, we ARE dorks.

Appetizer
On a scale of 1 to 10 (with 10 being highest) how much do enjoy watching sports on television?

0 and negative numbers not allowed? I’m not allowed to show my distaste in the manner most appropriate here.

Soup
If you could completely memorize any one work of fiction, which one would you pick?

Just to be difficult and utterly pointless, I would pick Remembrance of Things Past by Proust.

Salad
What is your favorite breakfast food?

The adult answer would be an English Muffin with butter, but currently my willful inner child stomps her feet and demands Trix.

Main Course
Name something fun you can do for less than $10.00.

Sex. Free!

Family friendly answer? Charades. My gods, how I love charades. I’m a mad charades demon.

Dessert
How long does it usually take you to fall asleep?

I would guess about ten minutes. I usally tend to do the random association thought process which gets me thinking about how hot Alan Rickman is to split pea soup – and it all makes perfect sense.

Yesterday was my first day on top of a horse. During the last semester a classmate of mine vocalized her passion for horses and mentioned how she taught people how to ride. The last day of class, I questioned her if, maybe, just maybe, I could get to ride horses at some point.

I was put on a flecked (flea-bitten was the terminology for the coloring I believe) white and a brown horse that was over twenty years old, complacent and well-trained, named Roger. The week previously when I had checked out the ranch, I noticed him being ridden by six year-old and who which, when being groomed, fell somewhat asleep.

As I climbed aboard old Roger and he walked at a slow pace, I started picking up how to sit, how to hold the reins, how to find my center of balance. Thankfully, I’m not afraid of heights, but I did mention to my classmate, who was teaching me (darn fabulously I might add), “I could see how falling off could be not so happy.” That leads me to need to share this quote I found, which just makes me laugh at just the politeness of the wording:

In the life of every horseman occasions will arise when it is desirable or necessary to leave the saddle in a hurry and without formality.

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