hungry for hunger games

I'd like to thank my teacher BFF Lauren for introducing me to the book series in the first place (I've since read it 3 times) after she had it for a grad school assignment. I also have her to thank for hosting our lovely geeky pre-movie tribute dinner. It was nothing too time consuming, we had to come home from work, stuff our faces so it wouldn't be The Hangry Games and prepare to stand in line at the theater.  For a quick fun feast though (she let us use the china and everything, so Capitol) it was something to laugh about and really made for a priceless night. She didn't want me to admit that we did this because it's maybe a tad embarrassing. Oh well.

This kind of looks ugly, but it was yum.

Favorite: a bakery baguette with goat cheese, sun dried tomato and fresh basil
Faking it: rotisserie chicken (Heinens doesn't sell squirrel)
Sweets: blackberries, hot chocolate

We were herded like animals in the theater line. People applauded. Another friend bitched out loud because of people applauding. I don't think I have to explain the plot or anything since that can be found pretty much anywhere now. We loved it. And if for nothing else, go see it for Josh Hutcherson.

Also yum.

first post!

I'm the worst blogger ever.

I haven't properly kept up with a blog or a journal in years and haven't known where to start since. I have no plan, no real direction, so like anything else should go in life, let's just start with today!

The husbands are meeting tonight for an "epic" boys night out at the old college bars, leaving my best friends and I to act like geeky teenagers and have a sleepover after going to see The Hunger Games. We're so freaking excited we're making a quick Capitol style dinner before the movie, which I suppose I can take photos of and post on here later because that's one of those bloggy things to do right?

I don't know where this blog will go. Maybe I can inspire you somehow, or maybe I'll just be my awkward self, poke fun at life, tell stories and hopefully make someone smile. Maybe someone out there can relate to, well, anything. Or maybe in the end no one else will care and I can just use it for my own personal writing and rambling therapy. That's ok too.

xo :)