Basic gist of my day five post. I'm pissed it got eaten because I REALLY LIKED that post. Anyway, day five was...Thursday? Yes. And I went to open mike night with syntheticjesso, thighofjustice and specific_chris. Don't ask me why Jessica allowed me to go to this intensly large distraction when I was supposed to be typing 6,500 words.
Somehow, I managed to get all 6,500 words typed DESPITE ALL THE STUFF GOING ON. Plus, I got to hear some of the songs specific_chris had been working on for the soundtrack, which is HIS challenge for the week. They were great, and I was hoping to be inspired to keep writing after hearing them, but by that point I was completely SICK of writing and the LAST thing I wanted to do was sit there and type when there were PEOPLE to hang out with.
In my original post, I mentioned that there were two particularly cool things about the night that came to pass, (besides the obvious pleasure of being in the company of friends), but I can't remember the first one. I think it was probably the bit about the songs.
The second was that I got to try German Pancakes. I don't know who the hell came up with these things? But HOLY CRAP.
thighofjustice told me that I had to try them. When described, they sound like the most horrible things anyone could have possibly devised. A big huge crepe pancake thing, filled with powdered sugar, butter, and lemon juice. I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE lemon juice, so I was fully prepared to not be enamoured by this concoction. Mr. Himes, being a bastard, forced me to try a bite of it. It was the MOST DELICIOUS THING I HAVE EVER EATEN SOMEHOW. When I asked for another bite, Mr. Himes continued his bastard trend by refusing to let me have any more since it was his pancake. I had to resort to taking sneaky bites when he wasn't looking, I don't think he noticed.
ANYWAY, THE POINT IS: I spent all of yesterday with the phantom taste of German Pancakes in my mouth, wishing beyond all wishes that I had an entire plate full of them for me to consume. The moral of this story is DAMN YOU MR. HIMES.