Incoherent Scribblings

New Bedding
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Well, I think I can say that my birthday is officially over.

Today I got the last birthday cards in the mail that I was expecting and the rest of the presents I bought myself arrived. (Can you believe it? I bought myself NO cross stitch stash for my birthday this year!) It’s been a good birthday if I do say so myself. If the rest of the year is half as enjoyable as the past two weeks have been, it will be a hell of a year.

Of course, one of the highlights of my birthday weekend was going to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull with Him yesterday. (I have decided to drop the He-Who-Must-Not-Yet-Be-Named for something shorter… albeit much less creative.) I am not going to write a movie review, but I will say this: I liked and didn’t like the movie. As a stand-alone action movie with Harrison Ford it was fun. As an addition to the Indiana Jones franchise, it wasn’t really what I was hoping for and frankly I was a little disappointed.

However, after the movie yesterday He and I went shopping for bedding for my new bed. (Yes! He went shopping with me! Could He be a keeper?) As usual, I wanted something nice, but was feeling too cheap to pay the big bucks for what I wanted so I hit the sale rack. And I wasn’t disappointed either. There was a “bed in a bag” set that I liked, but I found a comforter/sham set that I was partial to as well.

The “bed in a bag” was a very pretty set with purple flowers on it, but when I showed it to Him and asked his opinion he did that man-stutter thing that means he didn’t want to disagree but he clearly didn’t have too high of an opinion of what was being presented to him. Lucky for Him, I agreed: The “bed in a bag” was kind of girly!

In the end, I decided on the comforter/sham set in a pattern called “Summer Rain” and bought some 350 count Pima cotton sheets in a bluish-green-gray to match.

He must not have minded that set too much: After all, he did help me make the bed when I got home!

Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday. I have to be honest: Due in large part to He-Who-Must-Not-Yet-Be-Named, this year’s birthday was one of the best I have had in many years. And we aren’t finished celebrating yet! The birthday activities will conclude on Monday with a trip to the theatre to see the long-awaited return of Indiana Jones.

And now… on to the stitching report!

This week I have been working on Margaret Sherry’s “Cool Cats” and managed to finish up Summer this evening. I don’t really have much to say regarding Summer because in typical Margaret Sherry fashion it is a fun and smooth stitch. I really like Summer’s sunglasses and her ice cream cone. The only thing that would make her more stereotypical summer would be if she were wearing flip flops!

Well, because of the Kreinik situation, Dawn and I weren’t able to finish “Harvest Witch” by my birthday. However, since they finally arrived tomorrow we will be heading back to our SAL… Of course, I am not sure how much I will get done since I am attending a wedding reception with He-Who-Must-Not-Yet-Be-Named (Boy that is getting to be a pain to spell out! I either need to name him or abbreviate him, huh?) tomorrow evening, but I am sure I can at least get a few stitches in.

Today is my birthday.

For quite a few years now I have stopped caring how old I am on this day and just enjoy it as my day. I make myself a cake (usually German chocolate with coconut pecan frosting) and if I don’t eat anything else besides cake on this day I don’t care. If I am working I take the day off and do something special… even if that means nothing more than lazing around in bed all day in my pjs.

However, my special event today was the delivery of the new queen-sized bed that I bought with my tax stimulus check. (Yes, I am doing my part for the economy by using that check for one of those “big ticket” items! ) In order to make room in my tiny apartment for my new bed I had to spend most of last evening and this morning rearranging and cleaning, but now that my new bed is made and calling me to it, I couldn’t be happier. I have been waiting almost 2 years to make this, my first “grown-up” purchase, and I can’t wait to go shopping for new bedding soon.

Nevertheless, my new bed will have to wait on me for a few hours because I am off to celebrate at the local watering hole with a few friends now. Cheers!

Prada Marfa
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This past weekend, He-Who-Must-Not-Yet- Be-Named and I went on a road trip to New Mexico to celebrate my birthday. We are still planning on seeing Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull this weekend (actually not until Monday), but since he had prior commitments for most of this up-coming weekend we decided to do the whole birthday shebang a week early.

On our way to Mesilla, New Mexico we stopped along Highway 90 outside of Valentine, Texas to visit the (in)famous Prada Marfa. Now, before you get too excited and think that we actually have a Prada store out here in the middle of nowhere, I must warn you that not only is the collection from 2005, it isn’t an actual retail store. Marfa has become fairly well-known for its artist community and Prada Marfa is actually a work of art. However, it is one of those places, along with the Marfa Ghost Lights that everyone around here has to experience at least once.

The trip to Mesilla was first and foremost a margarita tour of West Texas and Southern New Mexico. We stopped in El Paso for the first margarita of the day; a traditional margarita on the rocks with a salt-rimmed glass. This margarita was quite tasty, but what set it apart was its sheer size. It was, as they say, a Texas-sized margarita! (I wish had a picture of it, but wouldn’t you know it, my camera batteries died at Prada Marfa and I didn’t have my spares!)

We then continued on and once we arrived in Mesilla we inquired where the best margaritas in town were. The verdict was a toss up of two places: Either at La Posta or the Double Eagle Restaurant. We had fantastic mango margaritas at the Double Eagle and awesome “La Patronas” (made with “the top of the line 100% Blue Agave, Patron Anejo Tequila, Cointreau and freshly squeezed lime juice”) at La Posta.

Honestly, I am not sure how to cast my vote for the best margarita that I had all weekend. I have learned a lot about margaritas and tequila since moving to Texas and I must say that the “La Patronas” were good in a way that cocktails are when you use the best liquors available as opposed to the bar stuff. However, I think I am probably a little more partial to the mango margaritas because as much as I enjoy a good margarita on the rocks, I have a fondness for that extra bit of sweetness that fruit margaritas offer.

I went out for Friday night drinks with some of the people that I have met since moving to West Texas Town last night.

When I got to the bar and sat down at our table the first thing I noticed was a very pretty vase-like object. Because I am not as innocent as I look, the first thing I thought was, “Oh my god, there is a bong on our table!” However, because I am also cool, I did not show any hint of surprise on my face.

As I joined in on the conversation I learned that the “vase” was a hookah pipe that one of the members of my party (we’ll call him M.) had received as a gift from a Turkish friend on a recent trip to Turkey.

M. had brought the pipe to the bar to show off and share. First he showed us the tobacco he had: It was thick, gooey with resin, and smelled faintly of cappuccino. Next he finished assembling the pipe and then there was much discussion at the table deciding who would and who would not participate in the smoking of the pipe.

Looking at the situation from a strictly academic point of view, I agreed that I would partake in the smoking of the hookah pipe. It was a smooth smoke that smelled quite nice. I learned that the scent of cappuccino that I had detected earlier was a flavoring, so it actually tasted pretty good too.

Since I have lived abroad and actually been to a few places where a hookah pipe was being smoked, I soon offered my opinion concerning what we were doing right and what we were doing wrong. Consequently, M. and I then engaged in a lively discussion of the proper way in which to smoke from the pipe. I am not really sure if we smoked as we might have in Turkey, but I must say our little group was very popular amongst the other guests at the bar.

I heard the words “hookah pipe” whispered more than once on my way to and from the bathroom and a few brave souls actually came to see what the fuss was about. M. was very nice to them all and even shared with the drunk girl that yelled “Is that a hookah bong?” so loud that I am sure she was heard down the street.

Finally, with drinks and tobacco both in need of a refill, we called it a night. I had no hangover this morning and my throat is not scratchy, but I can still catch the faint scent of the hookah pipe in my laundry basket now and again.