sexy saturday, super-bowl sunday & a drunk kitty (weekend entry #2)

who needs a $65 party that isn't guaranteed fun and where the guys might be duds? screw it when you have great ladies to enjoy a "Sex and the City" saturday night with! the evening featured awesome homemade pasta sauce, made-from-scratch chocolate chip cookies, countless fuzzy navels--courtesy of yours truly (the fuzzier the better!), scrabble, eve ensler, and of course, conversations about what else? sex!...and other stuff like guys, shoes, our jobs, and our dreams. it's lovely to hang w/ cindy, daisy and myrna.

despite my ear ache, i went for a short run earlier today and now my joints are mad at me. (i recently reduced my drug dose b/c it turns out i'd been "over-dosing" for my body size). but getting outdoors was worth it, as one can only take so much winter hibernation w/o feeling flabby. today was a low-key super bowl sunday. cindy, daisy and i were tired/hungover, so there was no pigskin party fanfare. instead, i met my girls at w. main bar to catch some wide-screen gridiron action (go patriots), eat grilled cheese sandwiches, drink beer (i had a purple haze), and play ms. pacman. damn, daisy is good--she's the queen of ms. pacman!

the week ahead is busy, but my reward will be ethiopian food! i've never had it, but have long been intrigued. imagine a cuisine where the bread serves as a utensil! cool. a new ethiopian restaurant just opened in my parents' town, so i'll go there to satisfy my curiosity and appetite this weekend. recommendations/opinions for a 1st timer are welcome.

finally, what happens when you: are bored, own a sharp knife, have a large lime, own a patient cat, drink too much tequila, and it's football season?

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