Day 3&4- Is Shiner Vegan?
Experiment has been going well/as planned. Am now completely in love with Amy’s frozen black bean enchiladas. Enough to where I’m willing to sit in Central Market (meerkat) café eating a tv dinner and vitamin water. Not fancy, kids. Not fancy.
NotBoss/workmom says I’m going to go broke eating prepared stuff like that, but after my brave attempt at cooking the other day I’m a little apprehensive. Might have another go at that kielbasa, definitely not eating any more veganrella cheddar. Booooo.
Went out last night to the Wilco Hoot Night, made some new friends :o) which is always good. Drank a Lone Star, because even though I know Shiner’s vegan unless it has honey in it, I don’t know which kinds have honey. Blonde? Amber? Hefeweizen? I are confused. But the bartender told me they knew for sure that lone star was vegan, so I had one. Une. Uno.
I just shamelessly scraped at the last bit of sauce on the bottom of my little paper plate. God those enchiladas are SOOOO GOOD.
I know I have the whole “3 strikes means cabbage†rule, but…I have to wonder…what will I use them on? Will I do it on purpose? Will I have a day so bad it merits queso? Will I eat a spinach breakfast taco only to find one of the ingredients is butter? Will I have to drive home late and the only way to stay awake is diet coke? The three strikes are not three passes to mess up but I’m starting to think of them that way, which is dangerous. Not really to my health or anything, but in the sense of how badly I’ll be disappointed in myself.
One time when I was in high school this guy I knew from CCYM told me about something he did in seminary where he and the other people in this class took a vow of silence for a week. It said it made him so much more aware of the world around him, and I thought that was cool so I decided to be silent for a day. 24 hours, no talking. Throughout the day I broke silence only a few times, because I wasn’t thinking, and every time I did it was to say something catty or sarcastic. I was absolutely horrified. It was heartbreaking to realize the impulse to be witty or funny at the expense of others was, somewhere in my mind, more important than achieving a personal goal. I got better about it after that but God, that was a rough day. I was so sad I failed and I don’t want to revisit that kind of unnecessary disappointment.
Anyhow, Wilco hoot night was great and tonight is full of amazing greatness- two parties and my new friends invited me to come see them play tonight at Irie Bean. Wooot. I have to be cute and sadly, I don’t have anything new made. I made a dress for Laura and one for Leigh’s wedding and everything else is just kindof all over the place. I’m tired. I need to get my patterns all together before I move. I also need to find out when I have to be out of my apartment…whoops…
Before I go out tonight I have a ticket to go see No Reservations, because I loves the Zeta Jones and I realllllly love the Eckhart. So exciting. I’m not sure it’ll be good or whatever but I’m fairly certain I’ll like it anyway. Then I plan to get a little nap. I’m always sleepy, for some reason.
Boo for Central Market (meerkat) not having wifi. I have this weird sudden urge to read Chick tracts. Aw. I miss Steve.
