Catchup

Dear Readers, how do I sum up my ridiculously extended absence? Well, it was a bit hairy but I now know for a fact that I do not have herpes. Now, before you get all grossed out and quit reading, let me tell you what a feat this is on my part. 60% of America has herpes (the cold sore kind) and one in four have the genital kind. I, under ludicrous circumstance, was tested for both strains and spent my birthday weekend stressing about the impending possibility of being a permanently diseased human being. Human being, yes, I am prepared to deal with that and all the age and death this state of being entails. But diseased? Diseased I just do not see myself. But fear not! I am of the elite, the chosen few who have managed to escape the herpes epidemic! At least that’s how I feel today and I’m indulging it.
Oh yes, and it was my birthday in the interim since last you heard from me. I am now twenty four and loving every day away from twenty one. Frankly, I’m scared that everyone I know wants me to get hammered for my birthdays. Really I have no problem with a good sloshing, but the mood and my birthday don’t exactly coincide. This year for instance: the weekend before I was unintentionally pretty effing drunk at my favorite sushi place because the husband and I were sharing sake with the chef and waitresses. We ended up staying way after close, eating free sashimi the Korean way (as our waitress liked it) and discussing whether sex is better with women or men among other interesting subjects. So anyway, after a weekend like that, I needed a chill. I ended up cooking all day and eating my most favorite things in the whole world for dinner. It was lovely.
Ah, but what do you want to know? Probably none of that, but you simply must check this out. I love Quaffs and Quibbles anyway, but if you haven’t seen this video you are truly deprived.