As is common whenever I host a party, I probably have more left to do than I can possibly do in the time allotted. But as is also common whenever I host a party, it will be fun regardless of what happens and how ready I technically am when the first guest arrives.
Today should have been much more productive than it was, but I wasn't feeling it for some reason - so I dallied, but I also did three loads of laundry and cleaned out my fridge and hooked up my tv (somewhat unsuccessfully, but it'll do), and I went to Safeway and bought most of what I need for tomorrow. I also ran a couple of loads of dishes to clean my glassware, and I dusted my bar accoutrements (mostly bottles of liquor) so that they look drinkable, and I took inventory of my alcohol supply so that I know what to buy tomorrow (hint: where'd all the rum go?).
But even though I was ready to start baking tonight, I couldn't - I had dinner plans with Terry (remember her? she's in town) and Lauren. We went to Sessions, which is new-ish in the Presidio. I was more militant than usual about my gluten issues due to my stomach woes, so I made them leave the crispy onions off the burrata that we ordered to start, and I asked more questions than I usually would about the salmon, but I think I avoided getting poisoned. Our waiter seemed like he might have been high or drunk, but he was charming enough, and the food was pretty tasty. I feel about it pretty much exactly how I feel about Presidio Social Club (which is nearby) - the food is good, the service is always a little weird, and I mostly am interested in returning because of the free and readily-available parking. In other words, I'd go back, but not out of any sense of eagerness or excitement to return.
Or maybe I wasn't excited because I was missing the opening ceremonies - I don't know. For someone who loves the Olympics, I miss the opening ceremonies a little too frequently - in 2012 I was in Anaheim for a conference (although I made the person I met with that evening go to ESPNZone with me to watch, although we couldn't hear any of the commentary), and in 2010 I was on a plane back from India. I'm going to have to do a better job of blocking my calendar in 2018!
So anyway, when we were done, I took Terry to her sister's house, and then I dropped Lauren off at her place, and then I stopped at another grocery store to grab a couple of things I forgot that are necessary for cake-baking (I don't have cooking spray or vegetable oil since I gave those things up long ago, but they're necessary for this particular endeavor). And then I came home and watched the end of the opening ceremonies while taking care of stuff around the apartment and attempting to rearrange furniture to open up more space (spoiler: this is an impossible dream).
But now I need to sleep, and hope that my stomach and my excitement somehow conspire to get everything done before the party. Goodnight!
Today should have been much more productive than it was, but I wasn't feeling it for some reason - so I dallied, but I also did three loads of laundry and cleaned out my fridge and hooked up my tv (somewhat unsuccessfully, but it'll do), and I went to Safeway and bought most of what I need for tomorrow. I also ran a couple of loads of dishes to clean my glassware, and I dusted my bar accoutrements (mostly bottles of liquor) so that they look drinkable, and I took inventory of my alcohol supply so that I know what to buy tomorrow (hint: where'd all the rum go?).
But even though I was ready to start baking tonight, I couldn't - I had dinner plans with Terry (remember her? she's in town) and Lauren. We went to Sessions, which is new-ish in the Presidio. I was more militant than usual about my gluten issues due to my stomach woes, so I made them leave the crispy onions off the burrata that we ordered to start, and I asked more questions than I usually would about the salmon, but I think I avoided getting poisoned. Our waiter seemed like he might have been high or drunk, but he was charming enough, and the food was pretty tasty. I feel about it pretty much exactly how I feel about Presidio Social Club (which is nearby) - the food is good, the service is always a little weird, and I mostly am interested in returning because of the free and readily-available parking. In other words, I'd go back, but not out of any sense of eagerness or excitement to return.
Or maybe I wasn't excited because I was missing the opening ceremonies - I don't know. For someone who loves the Olympics, I miss the opening ceremonies a little too frequently - in 2012 I was in Anaheim for a conference (although I made the person I met with that evening go to ESPNZone with me to watch, although we couldn't hear any of the commentary), and in 2010 I was on a plane back from India. I'm going to have to do a better job of blocking my calendar in 2018!
So anyway, when we were done, I took Terry to her sister's house, and then I dropped Lauren off at her place, and then I stopped at another grocery store to grab a couple of things I forgot that are necessary for cake-baking (I don't have cooking spray or vegetable oil since I gave those things up long ago, but they're necessary for this particular endeavor). And then I came home and watched the end of the opening ceremonies while taking care of stuff around the apartment and attempting to rearrange furniture to open up more space (spoiler: this is an impossible dream).
But now I need to sleep, and hope that my stomach and my excitement somehow conspire to get everything done before the party. Goodnight!
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