Being the cleaning champions that we are, my roommate, Cary and I worked up a hunger. Naturally, we panicked. OH MY GOD WHAT ARE WE GONNA EAT WE DON'T HAVE ANY FOOD!?!? (Maybe not as panicked as that, but you get the idea.) After Cary rejected my kettle corn and mini pizza suggestions (c'mon, what's better than that?) and after we gingerly avoided some questionable looking tupperwares, we managed to come up with a pretty classy menu: lobster ravioli with vodka sauce, lightly sauteed asparagus...and nachos (of course).
This hodgepodge of flavors is pretty representative of today. Slept at the Loft, woke up with puffy eyes and a nice wheeze courtesy of Jonathan Poopstick. Chicken pot pie for breakfast. Coffee pot fiasco (we really must remember to use a filter next time). Room cleaning. Irresponsible nut-cracking. Typical Saturday stuff. And now it's almost midnight and Cary and I are working on our second plate of nachos.