And now for a nap...
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puddlesofunMy little cousin Caleb is sooooo cute! He's adorable. And he's fucking huge. He's like six weeks old and the size of a baby twice that. But gosh, he's cute.
Yep, my cousin Claire, who is Caleb's mother, visited today. She is doing wonderfully. She passed all of her exams except for the first one, which she missed (on account of she had JUST HAD A BABY the night before), but they are letting her retake that one. And Caleb is one of those babies that sleeps most of the night, which I think is something you can brag about to other parents. She's heading back to Lismore when Uni starts again, but I should see them a couple of times before then.
My new cousin. I've come over all soft and fuzzy...
Um, so that's the biggest thing in a big weekend. I should tell you about the rest.
Friday, after a barbecue and a bit of a meet and greet with the parents at work, I went off to see the Ashfield Youth Theatre's production of Dreaming Fire. The play was apparently a work in progress (writing wise) and there were times when it showed. It had some good moments, though. And it was worth $1 entry. I wish all theatre was one buck to see. I'd go see plays all the time. So would everyone else. It would be a dramatical renaissance! Err, don't bother me with practicalities.
More importantly, afterwards there was drinking with Benj, Julia, Tom, and Marc(it was cool to see Marc), first at the Ashfield hotel and then at the Casa Del Julia&Tom. Also there was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justinant, who is cool, and also anal about music. I approve of this. It's good not to be the only anal music person. I asked him to name his top five band/artist/music thingies of all time, which may not have been smart because of course he would ask me the same question. I chose Dirty Three(of course), Nick Cave (of course), and I'm not sure what the other ones were, but I remember slapping my forehead on the drive home (thanks benj) because I'd forgotten to mention THE NECKS! The Necks are cool, and have to be seen live. Well, heard live. Seeing's not as important. What I'm saying is: if you have no eyes, you should still go to their shows.
There was at one point 3 people posting to LJs simaltaneously at this gathering, which had something of the surreal about it. Tom's computer ate my post, though, so just imagine that on friday night I posted something amazingly witty and intelligent, as per the usual stuff that comes out of my mouth when I'm off my face.
Saturday. Work Christmas party Lunch. Buffet at swish hotel in city. Was good. Ate a lot. Drank a little.
Saturday night: Rob's B'day/Vessa's housewarming. Way fun. It was cool to see Rob, I haven't seen him in ages. He thought my haircut was sekksi! I consumed plenty of beer, jelly shots and absinthe (the soft-core non-hallucinegenic kind), but didn't actually seem to get intoxicated. Maybe the buffet soaked it all up. I met a lot of new people, and a disturbing proportion of them have live journals. Mills and Noodles, to name but two. There was also a guy I can't quite recall the name of right now that had invented a drink called the "test tube baby". It was served in an actual test tube and actually looked a lot like a foetus. Gross.I think it was curdled baileys in red vodka, or something. I didn't have one.
Owen has decided that his project this summer will be to understand the twentieth century. As I told myself at the end of that novel thing, better to aim high and fail spectacularly than to aim low and have only a mediocre success. I think I'm meant to be helping him somehow, but that bit's a bit blurry. I either have to illuminate him on a)rock and roll b)quality country music, or c) the failure of socialism.
Also, before the party got swinging, I saw the rushes for a short film that Tull had been working on. I've never actually seen his cinematographic work before, and he is indeed a very talented individual.
Anyhoo, yes, party good. Got to bed at 5am.
And did I mention that Caleb is cute?
Yep, my cousin Claire, who is Caleb's mother, visited today. She is doing wonderfully. She passed all of her exams except for the first one, which she missed (on account of she had JUST HAD A BABY the night before), but they are letting her retake that one. And Caleb is one of those babies that sleeps most of the night, which I think is something you can brag about to other parents. She's heading back to Lismore when Uni starts again, but I should see them a couple of times before then.
My new cousin. I've come over all soft and fuzzy...
Um, so that's the biggest thing in a big weekend. I should tell you about the rest.
Friday, after a barbecue and a bit of a meet and greet with the parents at work, I went off to see the Ashfield Youth Theatre's production of Dreaming Fire. The play was apparently a work in progress (writing wise) and there were times when it showed. It had some good moments, though. And it was worth $1 entry. I wish all theatre was one buck to see. I'd go see plays all the time. So would everyone else. It would be a dramatical renaissance! Err, don't bother me with practicalities.
More importantly, afterwards there was drinking with Benj, Julia, Tom, and Marc(it was cool to see Marc), first at the Ashfield hotel and then at the Casa Del Julia&Tom. Also there was
justinant, who is cool, and also anal about music. I approve of this. It's good not to be the only anal music person. I asked him to name his top five band/artist/music thingies of all time, which may not have been smart because of course he would ask me the same question. I chose Dirty Three(of course), Nick Cave (of course), and I'm not sure what the other ones were, but I remember slapping my forehead on the drive home (thanks benj) because I'd forgotten to mention THE NECKS! The Necks are cool, and have to be seen live. Well, heard live. Seeing's not as important. What I'm saying is: if you have no eyes, you should still go to their shows.There was at one point 3 people posting to LJs simaltaneously at this gathering, which had something of the surreal about it. Tom's computer ate my post, though, so just imagine that on friday night I posted something amazingly witty and intelligent, as per the usual stuff that comes out of my mouth when I'm off my face.
Saturday. Work Christmas party Lunch. Buffet at swish hotel in city. Was good. Ate a lot. Drank a little.
Saturday night: Rob's B'day/Vessa's housewarming. Way fun. It was cool to see Rob, I haven't seen him in ages. He thought my haircut was sekksi! I consumed plenty of beer, jelly shots and absinthe (the soft-core non-hallucinegenic kind), but didn't actually seem to get intoxicated. Maybe the buffet soaked it all up. I met a lot of new people, and a disturbing proportion of them have live journals. Mills and Noodles, to name but two. There was also a guy I can't quite recall the name of right now that had invented a drink called the "test tube baby". It was served in an actual test tube and actually looked a lot like a foetus. Gross.I think it was curdled baileys in red vodka, or something. I didn't have one.
Owen has decided that his project this summer will be to understand the twentieth century. As I told myself at the end of that novel thing, better to aim high and fail spectacularly than to aim low and have only a mediocre success. I think I'm meant to be helping him somehow, but that bit's a bit blurry. I either have to illuminate him on a)rock and roll b)quality country music, or c) the failure of socialism.
Also, before the party got swinging, I saw the rushes for a short film that Tull had been working on. I've never actually seen his cinematographic work before, and he is indeed a very talented individual.
Anyhoo, yes, party good. Got to bed at 5am.
And did I mention that Caleb is cute?
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In which Heather gets carried away with research
Date: 2003-12-14 05:29 am (UTC)I heard about a drink called the "Abortion", which features cherry advokaat. Shudder. Cherry Advokaat which looks all disgusting and blood clottish and curdley just in the bottle, I shudder to think what it'd look like with white spirits.
Research suggests that an 'Abortion' is grenadine, white sambuca and either white creme de cacao or irish cream. This would taste horrendous.
Some cocktail sites list this 'Test Tube Baby' as well, usually listing it as containing amaretto, cream (or irish cream) and vodka (or tequila). That doesn't sound nearly filthy enough, however. There are lots of bizarre variations. One recipe suggests Grand Marnier, Anisette and Irish Cream, and another says Peach Schnapps, Irish Cream and Grenadine, which sounds far more like it. Guh, that would taste so odd.
Re: In which Heather gets carried away with research
Date: 2003-12-14 05:41 am (UTC)Re: In which Heather gets carried away with research
Date: 2003-12-14 05:59 am (UTC)On the other hand, I would like to try Gletscher Eis, which lists several different figures for its alcohol content, depending on how long you have it on fire. Also spectacular is Bacardi 151, which has a Flammable Liquid warning on the back. I'd say the Polish Pure Spirit should have one, but I don't think it has anything in English at all.
Re: In which Heather gets carried away with research
Date: 2003-12-14 06:01 am (UTC)Re: In which Heather gets carried away with research
Date: 2003-12-14 06:24 am (UTC)The absinthe we used was 60 proof, and had a decent flame on it.
Re: In which Heather gets carried away with research
Date: 2003-12-14 04:35 pm (UTC)The gas chamber drink was (if I remember correctly) 2 parts absinthe, one part white sambucca, flambe with the fumes trapped under a wine glass. Shoot the very warm shot and inhale the fumes from under the glass with a straw. The shot was meh, the fumes were painfully hot and stupendously alcoholic. I was spinning for the rest of the night afterwards. I recommend it with the caveat that one take it easy with the drinking afterwards or it could be chunderific.
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Date: 2003-12-14 06:32 am (UTC)Also yeah, damn fine to meet you also. You said:
Tori Amos (To piss me off)
and..yeah, some other bands. Mebbe someone more soberlike remembers.
And the phrase "quality country music"? splain how?
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Date: 2003-12-14 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-14 07:50 pm (UTC)Also you two doubtless have much better knowledge of contemporary music than me, I'd apologise for my tendency to get drunk and make outrageous statements but it's my favourite hobby so I stand by all my outrageous contradictory statements and my mocking of TA, Cornwall not withstanding.
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Date: 2003-12-15 04:01 am (UTC)Did I just say "tops"? Eww.
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Date: 2003-12-14 07:28 pm (UTC)I think you are too prejudiced in your music tastes, Justin. Be open, man.
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Date: 2003-12-15 03:56 am (UTC)Quality country music: the 0.01% of the genre that doesn't suck. Such as Ted Hawkins, Wilco and the like. Also the definition includes not-exclusively-country-artists that do the occasional country thing. Like Bob Dylan. Ooh! Or Ween.
And maybe wacky inbred banjo music. That's always good for a laugh.
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Date: 2003-12-15 05:54 am (UTC)yes.
Or you can spend $100 in that bottle shop in newtown I forget the name of and get la fee verte absinthe which is ok.
Or something.
Country mike is fantastic country music.
That is all.
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Date: 2003-12-15 02:54 am (UTC)Neat.
Date: 2003-12-15 04:27 am (UTC)Re: Neat.
Date: 2003-12-15 05:23 am (UTC)