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Katy's Birthday
Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:57 amToday I:
* read up on/made com post about changes in lj coding re: comment subjects
* went shopping
* made Katy bacon, mushroom and tomato pasta (decent)
* got Molly's guilt-trip of a Chanukah present (a kiddish cup for all those seders I don't have)
* made up everyone else's presents (Peter gave me a River Song action figure at the party as a joke, so with Katy's help I listed it on Amazon immediately, it sold in two hours for store-value, shipped it the following morning, and today I gave him a sack of coal dust/slag. Not a LUMP, mind. A lump's too good for him.)
* made peppermint bark
* got to party in good time
* gave everyone their presents very weirdly, with a lot of HERE TAKE THIS THING action--embarrassed about being unable to afford store-bought things and having to make candy, spice-mixes, puppy chow (they don't have it here) and jam to give to Katy's friends (who I'm generally awkward around, esp. pronounced now that grad school in the UK has made me an insecure unemployed shut-in whose major interaction with other living creatures is poorly parenting a cat), who'd probably prefer store bought things as a general rule, and who I often don't know what to get because we don't know each other terribly well
* endured evening without dying of social awkwardness (v. good), managed to spend only three pound fifty due to free refills on green tea and miso
* wrestled the complex 8 person bill into submission (people v. good about calculating own sums)
* talked to new roommate, old roommate and landlady about logistics
* Cat has potentially (not sure, can't really tell from the not-nice-but-not-RANCID-as-cat-urine-is smell) urinated outside his box twice in as many days. Suspect some easily fixable environmental factors (we're using a new, unfamiliar litter, for one) and routine elements could be changed to make disappear. Not vertical spraying that smells GODAWFUL, mind, just some use-of-paper-to-pee-very-small-amount-indeed-if-it-even-is-that. Read about it, emailed Katy recommendations.
* found out what time people are coming on the 24th
* Chose final recipes for everything I'd previously decided to make on Christmas Eve and Day, including all the specific shit I need to buy, and asked Katy about some final menu choices--ideally cooking everything tomorrow and the next day so that Christmas Eve and Christmas Day is pretty entirely roasting meat (and pre-prep'd potatoes) and reheating
* scoured cookbooks and the internet for roast duck recipes--still mulling over choice
* talked to Yoda about transit and activity options and what will be open on the 26th, as she's in town, and somewhere in the cooky mess of the next two days we'll hang out.
* played with the cat a LOT so he would get tired and sleep/feel loved and not act out
* answered some old back-logged correspondence
To Do:
Fuck I don't even want to think about it. I'm in one of those moods where I feel like I do nothing ever and yet simultaneously like I'm busy as shit (but with WHAT? What have I fucking done since November? And if I've been doing like nothing, why hasn't it been more fun than I remember having had? Eugh.).
* read up on/made com post about changes in lj coding re: comment subjects
* went shopping
* made Katy bacon, mushroom and tomato pasta (decent)
* got Molly's guilt-trip of a Chanukah present (a kiddish cup for all those seders I don't have)
* made up everyone else's presents (Peter gave me a River Song action figure at the party as a joke, so with Katy's help I listed it on Amazon immediately, it sold in two hours for store-value, shipped it the following morning, and today I gave him a sack of coal dust/slag. Not a LUMP, mind. A lump's too good for him.)
* made peppermint bark
* got to party in good time
* gave everyone their presents very weirdly, with a lot of HERE TAKE THIS THING action--embarrassed about being unable to afford store-bought things and having to make candy, spice-mixes, puppy chow (they don't have it here) and jam to give to Katy's friends (who I'm generally awkward around, esp. pronounced now that grad school in the UK has made me an insecure unemployed shut-in whose major interaction with other living creatures is poorly parenting a cat), who'd probably prefer store bought things as a general rule, and who I often don't know what to get because we don't know each other terribly well
* endured evening without dying of social awkwardness (v. good), managed to spend only three pound fifty due to free refills on green tea and miso
* wrestled the complex 8 person bill into submission (people v. good about calculating own sums)
* talked to new roommate, old roommate and landlady about logistics
* Cat has potentially (not sure, can't really tell from the not-nice-but-not-RANCID-as-cat-urine-is smell) urinated outside his box twice in as many days. Suspect some easily fixable environmental factors (we're using a new, unfamiliar litter, for one) and routine elements could be changed to make disappear. Not vertical spraying that smells GODAWFUL, mind, just some use-of-paper-to-pee-very-small-amount-indeed-if-it-even-is-that. Read about it, emailed Katy recommendations.
* found out what time people are coming on the 24th
* Chose final recipes for everything I'd previously decided to make on Christmas Eve and Day, including all the specific shit I need to buy, and asked Katy about some final menu choices--ideally cooking everything tomorrow and the next day so that Christmas Eve and Christmas Day is pretty entirely roasting meat (and pre-prep'd potatoes) and reheating
* scoured cookbooks and the internet for roast duck recipes--still mulling over choice
* talked to Yoda about transit and activity options and what will be open on the 26th, as she's in town, and somewhere in the cooky mess of the next two days we'll hang out.
* played with the cat a LOT so he would get tired and sleep/feel loved and not act out
* answered some old back-logged correspondence
To Do:
Fuck I don't even want to think about it. I'm in one of those moods where I feel like I do nothing ever and yet simultaneously like I'm busy as shit (but with WHAT? What have I fucking done since November? And if I've been doing like nothing, why hasn't it been more fun than I remember having had? Eugh.).
