Saturday, December 27, 2008

Back in Denver, and Denver is good.



Being back home is amazing so far. And so far, being home means:
- hanging out with Brandon and Amy at New Saigon and eating delicious noodles and boba tea,
- riding my scooter a little bit (and realizing it was way too cold to do so right now),
- depositing a check (hell yeah getting paid!),
- playing Lego Indiana Jones on my new PS3,
- and watching the Station Agent on the new TV in the basement.

I'll probably be cracking a beer from the new mini bar in a second.

I might never leave the basement again.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Adult as Fuck Holiday Parties

This year I've been to several holiday parties that have made me feel like I'm grown up. I don't know if that's necessarily a good or bad thing. These parties revolve around dressing up nicely, bring alcohol and some sort of potluck item for dinner, and apparently normally mass exchanges of recipes for said items.

Now, I'm all for dressing up nicely. I haven't really been able to dress that nicely for the parties since I haven't gone home since tour ended, but I see nothing wrong with looking good. And I know that some people love the idea, but I think I have to come down against ugly sweater holiday parties.  Everyone's trying too hard and no one looks good.

I'm also all for alcohol and delicious potluck items. I think there's a reason that people always gather in the kitchen at parties, and that reason is deliciousness. At one single party I had a delicious bourbon-bake brie with apple slices, pumpkin hummus, amazing spinach artichoke dip, and mini pumpkin chiffon pies. Last night I had so many different kinds of gourmet homemade cookies that they are probably more to blame for this morning's hangover than the 7 beers and several mixed drinks I had last night. I am not a skinny dude. I like food. Food tastes good.

So, by process of elimination, apparently my only real gripe with grown up partying is the recipe exchanging. Can't we just scarf delicious food and not have to listen to how surprised people are about how easy the delicious thing they made is? Let me tell you, none of that shit is actually that easy to make. If it was, you wouldn't talk about it with such pride. People don't brag about their kids because they didn't have to do anything to raise them. Not once have I heard a mother say, "Johnny's so wonderful! All I did was get laid and birth him from my womb and he's just picked up everything up on his own along the way!"

Maybe I'm just jealous that I've never learned how to cook. Or maybe I'd just rather get to scarf snickerdoodles than listen to someone I've just met tell me the amount of time they spent crushing garlic cloves. Either way, I'm not really complaining about the holiday parties I've been to this year. They've been full of good people and I always end up full of good food, drunk and happy. And sometimes (i.e. last night) I get to spend 10 minutes straight joking about the failed softcore porn "Planet of the Rapes".

Friday, December 19, 2008

Building a Better Blog

I may or may not end up writing on here instead of livejournal. Blogger is much cleaner. Is it weird that I base my blogging preferences on the cleanliness of the graphic design? Maybe that's what being a grown up is. 

As is usually the case, I got the urge to write within a day or two of being off of tour, and the main reason is that I'm already going insane from lack of activities. The last time I came home from tour I realized that I go through a bout of true depression at the end of each tour.  It seemingly stems from being surrounded by a group of good people all the time and seeing/meeting other people in new cities each night for two months followed by a feeling of stagnancy and loneliness. 

This is further compounded for me right now by being stuck at my parents' house with no car, in a city where I don't really talk to anyone who's actually home for the holiday. I haven't lived here since I was 17, so it doesn't really feel like home for me at all. I can't wait to get back to Denver and see all the people that I have missed so much there. 

I've been trying to figure out if I have art supplies or something to do to occupy myself, but I'm pretty sure I took everything with me last year when I moved my car and most of what I had left at my parents' house to Denver. Instead, I've spent a lot of quality time with Netflix instant streaming movies. And 30 Rock. Lots of 30 Rock.