spoiled chinese girl

So Friday’s potluck was not as a raving success as I’m sure everyone was expecting.  Considering the fact that many people were purposely not putting what they were bringing into the meal because of all the rules that were being imposed on us, the whole thing went slightly astray.

So the rules were:

• only 2 dishes of each “type” allowed (i.e. pasta, meat, fish/shrimp, veggies)
• no chips & dip allowed
• no “snacks” allowed
• only two desserts allowed
• no pork (because the owners are Muslim)
• no chicken (because the HR lady was bringing a turkey)

Plus others I’m probably forgetting.

Well, one of the two people who signed up for dessert didn’t make it because she felt ill the night before and had no time.  Half the people either surprised us with what they were bringing, or lord knows they probably didn’t bring anything and were quiet about it.

People surprised us by bringing chicken anyways.

The HR Lady’s turkey was not throughly cooked, and the inside parts were still pink and raw.

Not a whole lot of people ate my pasta salad that I had food-coloured to be pink and blue.

I can’t wait for next time.  That was just stupidity at it’s finest.

See Dan? I told you next time I saw you wouldn't be BMEfest 2012!
P.S. I can't manual focus to save my life.

(Check out the rest of the pictures here)

I survived the appointment. I treated it like when I was getting tattooed and it wasn't that bad. My left shoulder sits higher than my right, either caused by over-tensed muscles or just mis-alignment apparently.

Laundry party was okay. Not nearly as exciting as I had hoped, but it generally isn't.

And new relationships tend to go through a lot of condoms. It's a good thing I knew where they kept the large paper bags, because the small ones don't hold nearly enough.

Excited & terrified. I hate people touching me so I don't know how well this is going to work. I feel like I need prescription drugs to ward off a panic attack before going in for a massage.

Laundry parties with good friends is still fun, even if the majority of the party is still doing someone else's laundry.

Below is my one of very few pics I got at Nuit Blanche 2007. It kind of sucked this year I heard, more than just the fact that I gave up way too early because I could no longer walk. The funniest was seeing people with these GIANT tripods that were bigger than them… and the dinkiest little pocket point & shoot cameras atop them.

I booked an appointment with the massage therapy place for tomorrow afternoon. Shoulder/neck/back pain BE GONE!