first of all, mad props (mad props? sigh...) to chris for making a killer dinner last night. for anyone who's interested, he made:

meatballs in spicy tomato sauce
brave potatoes (soft potatoes in a very, VERY, VERY spicy tomato sauce)
serrano ham w/ manchego cheese on sliced french bread
sliced french bread rubbed w/ tomato and garlic, topped w/ serrano ham
dates wrapped in bacon (some stuffed w/ almonds) in a cider dressing
skewers of chorizo sausage w/ yellow peppers
chrizo sausage in a cider sauce
spicy mushrooms
broiled beef shish-kabob with lemon juice
chicken paella
spinach and chick peas w/ toasted french bread
gazpacho

of course, there was homemade sangria also. i made sure to drink like half a pitcher of that.

for all my bitching on monday about how people don't get back to me, the three people i was hoping to hear from all called me yesterday. so, apparently, i'm just a moron. this is not a new revelation.

i don't know what's going on today, but i know that tomorrow morning i'm heading out to chicago. it's kind of weird because since my friend has to take care of his baby daughter all day, i feel like i haven't really had a chance to hang out with him. even when we're at the house, we still can't really do anything. because, obviously, if the baby is awake, we have to keep an eye on her, and if the baby is sleeping, then we can't make any noise because the baby will wake up.

i totally understand that this is the way things are when a seven month old baby is involved in someone's life, but it still kind of sucks.

anyway, i'm really psyched to get on the road tomorrow morning and make it back to chi-town. i LOVE that city. i miss it tremendously.

i'm really excited about going to a milwaukee brewers game. supposedly, miller park is phenomenally beautiful. and, on top of that, they have the sausage race. it doesn't get much better than that.

obviously, my allegiance leans towards the italian sausage, but i'm going to pick the hot dog in an upset. sadly, i'm probably going to have to try all four kinds of meat logs when i get to the stadium.

gee, i still can't figure out why i've gained 20 pounds in the last year and a half...