Jen's getting a little stir crazy from staying in the house for the past few days. I, however, was delighted to return home from work early (though not early enough since it was technically my day off) and have a quick lunch before settling in to watch the NHL Winter Classic that Jen had TiVoed. Falling asleep on the couch during the game while the Red Wings soundly destroyed the Blackhawks and it began to snow outside our window may have been one of the highlights of my life so far.
It wasn't all fun and games. We had work to do. Unicorn Babies needed to gain more fans (or money, or something)so that we could hire a merchandise manager (or something) in our game of Rockband 2. We were able to master a few songs and put on an abysmal performance of Bon Jovi's already abysmal "Livin' on a Prayer" to catapult our band to performances where we inexplicably gain 3,000 fans per show but somehow only clear $60. The burn on my hand has made me need to revert to jazz style drumming or "cooking eggs." That has added a new element of challenge.
As we have company coming over tomorrow we decided to clean out the fridge as much as possible. We had a salad of mixed greens, avocado, red onion, horseradish, celery, lemon, and olive oil. That made use of a number of space wasters. Oh, and I guess it was fairly tasty as well.
For dinner: more latkes! We got rid of the rest of the batter for dinner with a little apple sauce and sour cream.
We even polished off the remaining Clairette from New Year's Eve which maintained it's fizziness pretty well.
I'd love to continue talking about all this nonsense, but the fact of the matter is that Unicorn Babies has some gigs booked in Austin this evening. I've got to run so I can lay down a nasty jazz-style beat to backup a Fleetwood Mac song.
Did I mention that my drummer is named Toad King?