I told my boss that I had to be out by half past five. It could have been late into the night otherwise. (It will be into the weekend, anyway.) As it was, I got away at quarter to six. And headed south to pick up omahas.
She had put together a short list of options for weird foods, and we elected to make Deep Fried Twinkies. Simple enough. Make fry batter, freezer chill twinkies, bring pot of oil up to 375°F. Dip twinkies in batter, drop in oil, keep turning, remove when golden and crispy. Dust with powdered sugar.
The party itself was much fun. A lovely young lady wearing a long tied scarf as a top fell in lust with my Archos music box. I had thought I had committed her name to memory, but the next morning when I went to write it down, it had fled. Argh! Stupid Mark!
Some of the better things there was a chocolate and cheddar tort (It worked!. Nearly everyone's reaction was a long slow "okaaay", a bite, and then a return for a second helping) and little white "rose candies" that tasted like how roses smell. Yummy. Deepfried crap snacks. Very strange far-eastern soda pops.
Saturday Afternoon. Gargoyles & and a Haircut
At about 3pm I headed west to Seattle. On the way, I gave J—y a call, to wish her happy V's day. Which distracted me enough that I navigated on autopilot, and ended up on I5N instead of I5S Sigh. Anyway, I picked up jezel, and then went to Gargoyles, for their annual black valentine's day sale (commemorating when they burned down a few years ago). There were lots of lovely Windstone pieces, several of which x x x x x x x that I wanted, but none I wanted more than I wanted to keep the money they were priced, even on sale. I did get one cute little piece.
(Yes, I know that Windstone is the cheezy overselling Steven King of the market, but I will admit to being a sap, and I do like them, I already have this one.)
Then I headed over to Patrick Bear. The stylist got all excited when he saw me have Tobi "mug shot" me with my camera. So rarely do they get to do a "change" to someone, as opposed to just a trim. Indeed. The year-long long hair experiment has come to an end, it was looking like a really bad 70s reject. My hair has, after 3 decades, decided that it actually has a wave, which did not help at all. The stylist did a great job, I still have longish bangs, and it's by no means "buzzed". If I comb it over and back, it looks completely straight plain mundane vanilla interview-quality normal, and if I mess it up, it looks club-worthy.
When I get a replacement camera cable (already ordered), pictures will be made available.
Saturday Evening. Babysitting Kouryou-chan
So elfs & omahas could go out and enjoy V day together, I came to watch over Kouryou-chan for the evening. It was great fun, she is pretty much able to take care of herself (dressing, washing, eating, etc), with only someone to prompt her.
I taught her a new song.
In ev'ry job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and
The job's a game
And ev'ry task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark! A spree! It's very clear to see
That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way
while we made a game of gathering up and putting away all the games and toys. It was really funny to hear her sing it while putting stuff away, blissfully unaware of the linkage between what she was singing and what she was doing.
Her parents got back before bedtime, but I continued to ride herd on her while they hung out together, and even got to do her nightly story reading.
It's fun to be an uncle, even an "honorary" one.