Even though it rained all day Friday, it was still a much more productive day for me than Saturday. I ran errands most of the day and spent a near fortune on groceries. I normally keep my pantry stocked just enough to get me through the next week but this week I went on a buying frenzy as if I were stocking up for an impending disaster. And maybe I am. It is a very charged political season this year and who knows what may happen after 11/02. I also added two DVDs to my collection: Angels in America and Strange Days. I had never seen the former either on stage or in its HBO production but after seeing all the awards it has gathered over the years and recently at the Emmys, I decided I should check it out. I balled throughout. I laughed a little. But, I mostly got fired up (all over again) about the disgraceful way that Reagan handled the early years of the AIDS epidemic. I've seen the latter film, Strange Days, many times and think it is one of the most imaginative movies ever made. If you haven't seen it, see it. Notice, I'm giving nothing away today.
Friday night, after baking a pan of chocolate brownies, I settled down to watch the second presidential debate. I had the remainder of one of those 1.5 litres of red wine to finish off and to add emotional support, or at least to numb my disgust to all the crap soon to be issuing from George's oral orifice. However, by the end of the debate, which I thought our man Kerry did brilliantly, I also felt quite drunk (5 glasses worth) and a bit full from gorging on all the brownies but one. I awoke latter in the night, around 1am-ish to the beginnings of a nasty hang-over. My nasty hang-over hung over me throughout all of Saturday effectively ruining any chance of accomplishing anything productive that day, such as working on my upcoming Nobel worthy book of thought provoking poetry. Instead, I veged out and watched all of Angels in America and became very emotional. I also continued to gorge on much of the food I'd bought to last me through the impending disaster and now may need to go back to the store sooner rather than later.
Thankfully, as Sunday rolled around, I was able to rally my resources and do some miraculous things. I began the day my working out. Well, I figured with all those folks running in the marathon, I could muster up the energy to lift a few weights for the betterment of my intoxicated muscles. Both they and I felt better afterwards and it sprang us on to our next endeavor which was the assembling of my first ever lasagne. Following my mother's sage advice on lasagne making, I assembled this icon of middle-class American family dinner entrees in the morning to allow the ingredients to marinate and soften the noodles. No precooking of the pasta required. I would return to it later in the evening to bake for about an hour and remember it's suppose to last for many days, no gorging required. In the middle of the day, I met my friend Michelle at Sweet Mandy B's for a cupcake and coffee break. Ever been there? It reminded me of the bakery I recently visited in NYC called Magnolia Bakery. It's one of those places where they make old fashioned baked goods from scratch using full fat products like real butter, cream, and copious amounts of sugar. Mmmmmmm! Then, in the late afternoon, I did work on my Nobel worthy manuscript of thought provoking poetry and really liked how it was shaping up. I'm sure to be recognized soon. Look for me! And the lasagne was/is delicious.
