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So, in very important news (well, it's got to be, because I underlined it), my freezer is now soup-free, with the final three containers gone. So, what did I do? Have a soup orgy? Alas, nothing so tasty. I defrosted and heated one dark soup. It tasted awful. I tried another similar one. It also tasted ... sour-ish. I was shocked to discover that the blended mushroom soups had not done well. So, finally, I did the third one: blended carrot with a few baby carrots in it for decoration. Thank goodness, it tasted just fine.
I was very lazy since I woke up this morning and then had to scurry in the shower and doing my hair and makeup as I was being picked up at 3:55. I wore my black outfit with extra sparkles in the scarf, with onyx earrings and bracelet, as well as a stiff black and silver bow on top of my ponytail. It was our volunteer appreciation night at MCCT. Each table had a centrepiece (borrowed from the thrift shop). The table I chose had a child ballerina wearing a very short ballet skirt and a tank top. Well, Brent was simply outrageous (as he often is with me). He came over and fashioned a longer skirt from a napkin, tying it around the statue's waist. He said that it was my tablemate's job to make sure I didn't corrupt anyone (or was I supposed to not corrupt myself; I'm confused).
We had a total of five people at my table. 80% of the table won raffle prizes. Gues who [note the pouting 8:p] was the 20% who didn't win anything. Oh, well, I'll just keep reminding myself of the William Ashley vase I won ... 3 years (?) ago. I had a staff person assigned to me, so he brought me two glasses of white wine, water, a meal of veggie lasagna, salad, a buttered bun and then fresh fruit for dessert (as I'd nixed the idea of chocolate from the fountain). After dinner there was karaoke which the man who sits behind me in church and I had a lot of fun with (whispering heckling, etc). One of my very good friends came up and asked why I wasn't singing. Um, well, I can't sing if I can't see the monitor, can I? Before I left, I managed to tear off the skirt and top off the ballerina (because my chaperon had gone to the washroom)! Wait till I tell Brent on Sunday!!! The evening was over by the time BD and I left (9-ish); we were waiting for our shared cab. It was a bit late, but we were happy when it showed up. And I got home safely. So, now, I'm drinking lots of ice-cold water and I'm going to be watching - yes - my newest show.
I was very lazy since I woke up this morning and then had to scurry in the shower and doing my hair and makeup as I was being picked up at 3:55. I wore my black outfit with extra sparkles in the scarf, with onyx earrings and bracelet, as well as a stiff black and silver bow on top of my ponytail. It was our volunteer appreciation night at MCCT. Each table had a centrepiece (borrowed from the thrift shop). The table I chose had a child ballerina wearing a very short ballet skirt and a tank top. Well, Brent was simply outrageous (as he often is with me). He came over and fashioned a longer skirt from a napkin, tying it around the statue's waist. He said that it was my tablemate's job to make sure I didn't corrupt anyone (or was I supposed to not corrupt myself; I'm confused).
We had a total of five people at my table. 80% of the table won raffle prizes. Gues who [note the pouting 8:p] was the 20% who didn't win anything. Oh, well, I'll just keep reminding myself of the William Ashley vase I won ... 3 years (?) ago. I had a staff person assigned to me, so he brought me two glasses of white wine, water, a meal of veggie lasagna, salad, a buttered bun and then fresh fruit for dessert (as I'd nixed the idea of chocolate from the fountain). After dinner there was karaoke which the man who sits behind me in church and I had a lot of fun with (whispering heckling, etc). One of my very good friends came up and asked why I wasn't singing. Um, well, I can't sing if I can't see the monitor, can I? Before I left, I managed to tear off the skirt and top off the ballerina (because my chaperon had gone to the washroom)! Wait till I tell Brent on Sunday!!! The evening was over by the time BD and I left (9-ish); we were waiting for our shared cab. It was a bit late, but we were happy when it showed up. And I got home safely. So, now, I'm drinking lots of ice-cold water and I'm going to be watching - yes - my newest show.
