I love burnt food. I don’t intentionally burn things I plan to eat, nor do I seek out burnt food, but when something is overly toasted, it’s like a special treat for me. Anyway, it’s more delicious than undercooked things.
just got word that i am going to be attending a private dinner in April prepared by molecular gastronomist Chef Ian Kleinman!! i have wanted to check out his jam ever since i heard him speak at the Denver MCA last summer. i cant wait.
fucking jealous! ian kleinman is a bona fide genius! we went to his last restaurant O’s steak & seafood like 2 years ago and had his tasting menu. blew. my. mind. he made bubble gum! and colorado peach liquid nitrogen ice cream which he prepared tableside that i still think about to this day. you’ll have such a blast!
Tomorrow (technically today, whatever) I want to make a video of myself doing impersonations of Skype emoticons, just for the hell of it. You think it’s not a good idea? Whatever, it is a good idea. Please join me. I’M TALKING TO YOU ERIKA.
dude. dude. dude. whenever andrew and i skype chat we’re always convinced that the “bowing guy” is actually pulling down his pants. go look, seriously. you will be unable to unsee it.
andrew is a superb host. he even gave me a green pillow and sheet for the couch. he knows me so well.
i had a nightmare of a time at DIA and almost missed my flight but i made it safe and sound to baltimore. we went into the city and walked around the harbor and fells point, which is gorgeous by the way. we went to an ingrid michaelson show and i really love her now since she is a nerdy redhead with big boobs and an impeccable sense of humor. and i think i’ve come to terms with the fact that a vodka press (half soda half sprite) mist be a western thing? maybe? every time i order one i get a confused stare and they give me either a vodka and soda, or sprite or tonic. i even got a vodka coke and sprite (wtf? bleck!) once.
we went shoppin yesterday and i bought a leopard print trenchcoat!!! it’s hot as shit and andrew just about died when i put it on. today i’m going to stop into our friend’s radio show and tomorrow we’re heading in to dc. i get to wander around museums while andrew works at his internship. i think i’m going to take a ridiculous amount of pictures. mostly of hot 20something government intern dudes in suits.
I feel like the most important part of this piece is how you can only make self-deprecating jokes about your character’s gluttony once you’re thin enough to be on camera. See Sadie’s Jezebel post: “The Skinny Glutton” (Thanks Hortense). Liz Lemon can joke about leaving a waffle in the DVD player because Tina Fey lost enough weight to play her.
This reminds me of Ariel Levy’s point in Female Chauvinist Pigs about how much America loves a sexy girl who doesn’t actually have sex. Like when Britney was still telling everybody she was still a virgin, and Paris Hilton only looked turned on when she was posing for cameras, not fucking in front of them. Didn’t she take a phone call in the middle of that sex tape? Who even takes a phone call anymore?!
yesyesyes. guys think it’s pretty cool (and kinda hot) when a girl can eat a giant burger or 10 tacos. as long as she’s thin. if she’s fat in any way, it’s disgusting.
today i stopped into my best friends’ work to have lunch and say hello to them. it’s an irish pub so it was pretty much pandemonium. i had 2 strongbows and intended to go home, do homework and come back later in the evening. instead, i got home, turned on the teevee and proceeded to pass out for 5 hours. and now i haven’t done any of my work for tomorrow and i can’t get my brain to do ANYTHING.