The Bloody Mary. I went from detesting Bloody Marys to craving them in a pretty short period of time. I think I had my first real Bloody Mary this spring. Couldn't drink a whole one to save my life until recently. This weekend? I had five between happy hour at The Herkimer before heading over to the BLB BLock Party and brunch at the Uptown on Sunday. I'm in love. I think I'm going to try to create my own this weekend. It's got to be spicy. I cannot stand the taste of plain tomato juice.
"Knee High," by French Kicks. This song is not new. It's on the album Two Thousand, which came out more than a year ago. I didn't pick it up until a few months ago, but every time I heard "Knee High" on The Current I'd have to check to see just who the hell it was. I was pretty hesitant to get the album because I was unimpressed by One Time Bells. The whole album is great, but "Knee High" just knocks my fucking socks off. When it comes up on my iPod, I am compelled to repeat it five or six times before moving on to the next song. I have no idea why, but I can't get enough of it.
Football. I finally get to watch the Gophers this week (fuck you, Comcast and Big Ten Network!). I can only imagine what the final score might be. It seems that whenever the Gophers play Purdue it's non-stop offense. I'm guessing the Gophers will give up 50-plus points. Ski-U-Mah! And the NFL season is in full swing -- I've already been to Macho Man's place to watch a game in HD on his fancy-ass TV. And I will be having The Social Worker and The Prison Librarian over at some point to watch the Queens when they are out of town (The Social Worker and Blondie are season ticket holders). I do love being lazy and watching football by myself on Sundays, but sometimes it's just a million times better to watch with others. The food and drinks are often better in those cases, too.
Meanwhile, in fantasy football, The Bob Saget Fan Club is 2-0. Suck it, bitches! Pick me to finish third, will you? The way Matt Schaub and Andre Johnson have been racking up the points for me, I'm well on my way to becoming a Texans fan. Hahahahahahahaha. Just kidding.
And in little kids' football, my nephew's team won their first game on Monday and I was there to see it. After having a serious crisis of confidence in the afternoon, my nephew bounced back to make a 40-yard run and score two extra points. I'm so proud!
"Tiny Spark," by Brendan Benson. I've been obsessed with this song since the first time I saw that video on 120 Minutes. As much as I play "Alternative to Love" on repeat, I think I do it more often with "Tiny Spark." First love and all that, I guess.
Trader Joe's Balela. Sweet, merciful crap is this stuff delicious. It's a Middle Eastern salad with chickpeas and black beans -- kind of like tabouli with the parsley and lemony-ness. I tried it one day when Trader Joe's was out of tabouli, which at the time I thought was the bee's knees. Oh, how wrong I was. There's just something about the texture the chickpeas and black beans add that the bulgar in tabouli just can't match. However, it seems as if the other patrons of Trader Joe's have discovered the sheer delightfulness that is balela and I've not been able to find it in stock for a couple of weeks now. It's all I can do to not stop by daily. I managed to snag the last container of tabouli last night, but it's not the same. I'll probably be unable to resist the lure after yoga tonight and I'll have to stop in to see if they've restocked. I'm crossing my fingers.
After all this talk of obsession ... I end up listening to "Sound of Sounds" my entire bus ride home tonight. This meant I didn't spend my bus ride being annoyed at the smell of dirty hair in my vicinity or trying desperately to avoid being touched by an enormous, hairy belly poking out out an ill-fitting shirt (DO NOT WANT). Instead, I spent the ride listening to "Sound of Sounds" over and over, with a dreamy, half-smile on my face.