Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Since Last I Blogged

1. I've discovered that my dishwasher is quite "vociferous" in its contempt for my character:

It should be noted that this display flashes for emphasis.

I photographed it knowing you wouldn't believe it. This kind of thing could only happen to good-two-shoes moi.

2. My father-in-law's company was one of the sponsors for a recent fundraiser for this fabulous hospital. The fundraiser was a polo match between the Argentine National Polo Team and a pulled-together American team (they couldn't get the entire national team out, I guess). A few days before the actual event, the Argentine Ambassador held a soire at his residence and I managed to get an invite along with my sister-in-law and, of course, Dad-in-law. HOLY RANDOM, BATMAN.

My partner-in-crime and myself INSIDE the building, suppressing the terror of social faux pas and the giddiness of proximity to power.


Oh, but it was awesome. They had an open bar, delicious cheeses out (including the first stilton I've had in ages, which WAH because it's SOO GOOD), hot and cold hor d'oeuvres, and round of alfajores, just like Mom makes. The event was also sponsored by Smashbox Cosmetics, which Dad insisted on calling "Smashmouth" or "Toolbox" or whatever he could get his hands on to make Sister S and I all ichy and annoyed. It was amusing. Also amusing: the antics of what I have termed the Polo Set. Too much money is what it is. At least they're funneling some of the money into rehabilitative hospitals. Anyway, here's fuzzy ole me in front of the residence of the Ambassador of Argentina. (eeeeeek!)


Sadly I missed the Argentine team kicking the Americans UP AND DOWN the field (and also kicking Ivory Coast's team at the World Cup simultaneously) because of other committments. That's right, not only did I miss it, but I had to work a convention in Virginia. Something about "insult to injury," right? Fortunately, Bee understood my troubles and bemoaned my state with me. I might have promised her some Smashbox samples from the loot bags Hubster was sure to round up for me, but that doesn't make her any less sincere.

3. The convention itself went fine. Steady business meant we never got to bored or too tired. We ate out one night at Beauregard's Thai Room where I had their Nur Pad King (Ginger Beef) and WOW. So lightly yet perfectly seasoned. Their indoor seating was nothing to write home about, and we carried out anyway, but we were sorry we missed the chance to sit in their New Orleans-inspired outdoor seating with foliage everywhere. Lovely. Another night we ate at the Capital Ale House, which, HIGHLY RECOMMENDED for you beer lovers out there. Not only is their beer menu pages upon pages of glorious options, but their food is amazing. Get the lamb burger and thank me later.

4. This weekend Hubster and I will return to my stomping grounds of yore for a little Family Time with my mother's extended family. They NEVER get together, so I'm really looking forward to catching up with all of them. I have no idea what my posting situation will be like at that point, but I suspect Friday will be right out. Next week might be okay. Brace yourselves, y'all. Maybe look into other websites to keep you going between my posts. You know, it's a BIG WORLD, the Internet. You should surf. You might find gems like this from finslippy. Kittens with bad ideas, people, they're out there on the internet just waiting to amuse you.

El fin.

5 comments:

GMack said...

Oh but I want to hang on your every word. I sit up into the wee hours of the morning constantly refreshing my screen. It sounds like you have quite the travels...and the great cuisine to go with it.

Mair said...

I can't help but note the irony of a French named Thai Restaurant. Interesting.

Also, you look smashing at the ambassador's house. Your new hair is so grown up...and now I feel so...12. :o)

I owe you an email. Be on the lookout.

Plankiest said...

Okay. I promise that I will read the rest of this post later.

But? Your dishwasher? Rocks my world.

Where did you get it? Where can I get me one?

That is hilarious.

E.A.P said...

gmack - You could afford to tone down the stalker vibe a bit, but thanks for the comment. >;)

mair - The advertising and website for the restaurant is even funnier because the image includes a very ethnic-Thai-looking man holding forth a delicious platter with several women behind him dressed to the nines in ethnic-themed attire. I can only assume the Thai man is Beauregard. Still have no idea what the women are for. It's slightly disturbing. "Here is my harem. They have made some delicious foods for you." ODD.

Thanks for the hair compliment. I've always felt like the only person who considers short hair more grown-up looking in her 20s, but whatever. I still think your hair ROCKS.

don quixote - Did you notice I said my food was "lightly seasoned." No? Fine. ENOUGH W/ THE CRUSADE AGAINST ASIAN CUISINE. GAH!

Plankiest - Glad you noticed my dishwasher. I thought it was hilarious, too. It's a Frigidaire we got at Lowe's. Maybe they're not all possessed. I think "HO" is supposed to indicate something about it's actual operation, but I've never been around while its working again to know just what. Believe it or not, I DO have better things to do than watch my dishwasher. And I may read a good many things, but manuals have yet to make up the priority list.

Trey said...

I have the exact same washing machine. And it never makes such accusations towards me. Therefore, you must be a ho.