This morning we had company in our new home for the first time. Well, aside from the dozen or so friends tromping through on moving day, which doesn’t count as a relaxing gathering. And with the exception of the boyfriend, who isn’t company so much as a regular and honored guest, mostly on weekends. Oh and my Dad came by that one time a couple of Sundays ago. But that was mostly to loan me a mallet (for flat pack furniture assembly) and to replace my dead car battery with his fancy toolbox filled with socket wrenches and whatnot and with his fancy arms that are a much more reasonable and useful length than my short stubby T-Rex ones. I digress. So this morning I invited a handful of my favorite folks over for brunch. I made a spinach and cheese strata with a winter fruit salad, and hash browns. Guests brought doughnuts from A Baker’s Wife (I’d never had them before - they were quite good) and champagne for mimosas, and bloody mary mix to go with my vodka. After all that it wasn’t a terribly productive Sunday. For me anyhow.
Five other great things:
- One of the best things I’ve read all day? “Sean Penn as a Robert Smith-like Nazi Hunter.” Then I watched the trailer. And it was superb.
- Saw this short film yesterday and it’s still making me smile: “How Not to Shoot School Portraits“
- “Viggo Talks and Talks” (and looks good while doing it). Interviews with him invariably make me appreciate him even more.
- While lazing I nearly got sucked into the world of Top Gear UK. I started with a clip of Nick Frost and Simon Pegg on the show and quickly realized there are many many seasons of the show on Netflix Instant but I managed to pull away. Just in the nick of time.
- Would love to have a look at this photography book Tavern League: Portraits of Wisconsin Bars by Carl Corey.
I am no longer day drunk. This is good. The lad and I have had dinner. And now I may finally hop in the shower, and contemplate catching Irregular Readings #5 at the Triple Rock. Unless I get sucked back into the Top Gear vortex. Not nearly as addictive as something like Boardwalk Empire or worse, Game of Thrones, which I still haven’t given into.