3 longer things

As it goes, there have been a number of things I would of/ could have/should of wrote about recently, and I have been too lazy to do so. Now, all these things together may make one long and boring post, so I have decided that the best course of action is to touch on each subject only briefly. Now if there are no objections, I’ll get this show on the road.

The first matter of business... A number of weeks ago Lacey invited me to a small get together with a few of her parents friends, Dr. K (you may remember him, we went on his boat this summer, you should have read about it), a Catholic priest, and some Argentineans. At first I was a little turned off, because of the fact that I am not religious (and this was a dinner for the priest, and his Holinesses), and I by all means wanted to avoid the awkwardness of a question like “so, go to church?” or “believe in God?” (I did finally realize this was silly). But Lacey promised me that we could stay in our host’s lovely downstairs, and I mean, how often do get to hangout with a professor, a priest, and Argentineans at the same time?!
So we brought over some food and drink, and as soon as we got in the door, Lacey and I headed downstairs. The room was very cool, and full of souvenirs from the doctor’s world travels, and National Geographics. The best part was the fire place that we got to feed. We quickly got out our books, and put on a CD. The CD player did skip an awful lot, but that did not stop us from listening. If I remember correctly we listened to The Magnetic Field’s Charm of the Highway Strip, Belle & Sebastian’s If You’re Feeling Sinister, and a Best of the Cocteau Twins mix my brother had made. We worked studiously on homework for a while, and then were called up for dinner. You know what we had? You don’t do you? We had a big bowl of seafood stew! (it was Friday, so no red meat!) What are the odds? I HATE seafood! So Lacey and I slowly made our way downstairs with our bubbly red mystery stew, as I glared at the clams (I think they throw those in so they could say “ha ha, look at me I’m eating shellfish, deal with it Jews!) I ate some of it, or as much as I could without gagging, Lacey had finished hers, so I put some in her bowl, she didn’t want it. After a while it started to smell bad, and we didn’t want to look like bad guests for not eating all our food. So in true child fashion, we made our way down the hall to the bathroom, where we flushed it down the toilet.
Back in our warm room, and without the putrid smell of fish, we did homework until we were called up to listen to some other guests play some authentic Argentinean music, you know guitars, and a small accordion like thing. The guests were so enthused that we went downstairs (where the dancing Floor was, Dr. K also dances) and did an authentic Argentinean salsa to the authentic Argentinian music.
Also, somewhere in there, I gave up my chair for a priest, possibly the nicest thing I’ve ever done.


Another thing, I went to Ashland Oregon (my favorite Oregon town) for Thanksgiving, and visited my grandfather and his wife Kathy (I don’t think They like me much). We did normal stuff, ate Turkey, visited with family, most of the time, this was my brother and step uncle (I think that’s what he is), and we talked about good music. Other than that, we saw a few movies, walked around town, saw a parade, and maybe most importantly, got a library card from the Ashland library. I really don’t have much more to say about Ashland, only that it is a nice place, and that I had a good time.

One last quick thing. I think I’m going to make a book (after I finish anagram names for my whole class) of drawings/descriptions, of the funny people I have classes with . Such people as: crazy Violent girl with horrible grammar and a shrill laugh you can’t tell from a scream, the meek little red headed cheerleader that has seizures, my rich with money, so therefore rich with “friends” neighbor, who spends most of his class time making funny noises, and waiting for people to laugh, and the self described genius who spends hours bitching about people not being as smart as her, but might actually be illiterate. There are plenty more!