Sunday Dinner

For dinner tonight we had -

fruit and cheese
sweet pea soup with beet sour cream, garnished with radish and chive
seven grain molasses bread
beet mint salad
carrot salad with almonds, raisins, and yogurt dressing
green salad with ruby red grapefruit, avocado, and cilantro-lime-cumin dressing
mac and cheese
fig, shallot, mushroom, fig, ricotta and chevre tart
whiskey and challah bread pudding
apple and cranberry fruit tart

It's tough building a menu for vegetarians, but I love to cook.

Funniest moments - Julie talking about the "vagina chakra" (which didn't impress the yoga teachers one whit. Rima said, "Oh, you mean the Mooladhara? C'mon that's so last year), and "anal bleaching." Apparently even assholes have to have beauty standards.

-Ms. RPP ranting under the influence of Medical Herojuana that she was "good with the FBI," but at the "same time, they were looking into" her. No amount of questions could clarify this matter, which was entirely foreign to us. Finally Billy looks at me and says, "She's gone Kurt Vonnegut on us." Oh, the paranoid disposition.

-RPP gets another mention for drunken-stonedly marching out of her bedroom after Billy had sweetly "tucked her in," and proclaiming irascibly that, "It would have been better if you (Billy), had brought me some WATER!." At the time, she was clad in a shortish black T, panties, and a pink bandana. Billy looked at John and me and said, in that deliciously wry way of his, "She's getting ready to rob a stagecoach."

Biggest party no-no: Boys should not off-handedly talk long and loudly about how they can't really understand the monogamy thing ("I mean, one person for a lifetime?"), in front of girls they've only been dating for a month and a half. Especially when no one's been bucking for a promotion (read: commitment). It's just poor policy.