Friday night was my mashup with Junks from Junket Juice. Keith was worried Junks was really a super creepy pervo in disguise and wanted me to call him every 5 min on the way to her place. I'm 95% sure he was trying to scare me because last weekend I convinced him that even though he *thought* he was going to meet up with his old mate from school in Newcastle, he was in fact meeting up with three dudes for a gay excursion.
So I got to Junks place and- shock and awe- she was a totally normal, non-creepy girl! We said our hellos and the fact that we've only been friends on the 'net and this was the first time we were actually meeting in person was like no biggie. By the time I got there, I had to use the bathroom (despite Keith's advice to avoid entering the premises) and thank God I did or else I wouldn't have met this little Love Machine:
Long story short, Junks and I went to see Tristen Prettyman perform in Venice. Junks had heard that the venue didn't have a liquor license and that it was BYOB. Well, being the classy dames we are, we showed up with a few of these:
(all the essentials for a celebloggers night on the town.)
Highlight of the night (that should say lowlight of the night): Not because she was wearing a ragged old slip as a dress. Not because she was also wearing hideous cliche emo hipster pumps from Payless circa 1994. But because of the distasteful haircut that looked uncomfortably similar to those of the Auschwitz survivors. Allow me to introduce you to... girl-standing-in-front-of-us-all-night-who-gives-dirty-looks-to-anyone-who-passes-by-her.(Maybe if you double-click you can really appreciate the short buzz avec mullet drape for added effect. :::barf:::)
Saturday I took full advantage of Keith's newly acquired willingness to try new/ different foods and decided to cook dinner. COOK DINNER, YO. Did you see what I said? Things usually go downhill at olympic speed when I attempt a feat like this, so there was a lot of weight on my shoulders.
I went with a recipe I'd tried once before, Easy Chicken and Potatoes (Pay no attention to the veneers, flabby belly and chicken wings on the righthand side of the page. They're kind of unappetizing.). Although last time it hadn't turned out according to plan, I knew it was something that, if done correctly, Keith would like.
Well, someone in the Heavens must have been looking down on me that day (*Bea Arthur*), because my dinner came out great! This recipe is REALLY easy, even for a novice meal-hijacker like myself. I will definitely keep this in my cookbook (stack of printed out recipes crammed in a cupboard) for future reference. For anyone else who is interested in trying it out, I would just up the seasoning and Parmesan cheese.. and maybe even the Italian dressing. This meal has a great flavor, it just needs more of it.
Also, if you have a badass crockpot like this, it totally helps:(Disclaimer: I do NOT watch Nascar, nor do I endorse Bobby Labonte. This was merely a joke wedding gift that was way too kitsch to part ways with.)
Sunday morning, we got up bright and early to visit the Beverly Hills Farmers Market. Now, maybe I was just expecting more than what it really is, especially from BevHills, but I have to admit to being a little disappointed with the market. If you click on that link and see the picture of all the vendors, that's it. That's pretty much all the vendors that are actually there. And I think maybe I was hoping for more ready made food that I could go hog wild with. Also, if you go to that page, you'll see little kids with their faces ear deep in pie. I.wanted.to.be.one.of.those.kids. It was mostly produce and flowers, with a panini or crepe stall here and there. I know, it's a farmers market, not a food court. I can't help it if my mouth was all hungry for sloppy, greasy food and all they had was cabbage and strawberries. Rest assured, I will not make this mistake again.
Anyway, here are a couple of highlights: