Yesterday after work, (e:paul) and I were feeling the bougie waves of hunger wash over us. So we went to Seabar. It was my first time there and it was the best food ever.



We split the seaweed salad and the carmelized goat cheese salad. The goat cheese salad had a little torched crust like a creme brulee along with celery leaf greens and a raspberry vinegar sauce.



I got the vegetarian rolls, with red pepper, avacado, mushroom and cucumber. We also split the sugar egg Tamago roll. I bet we can make something like these at home, just not as pretty looking.


We got dessert too. It was this peanut butter fudge type crispy treat, with caramel sauce, berries and whipped cream.

After we got back, I did duolingo and watched more Teen Wolf with (e:terry).

Beer club was a week later this month because of the blizzard last week.
Just writing this post makes my mouth cringe, since the beers this month were all stouts. For sure the most disgusting beers I've ever had. Most of them tasted like someone dumped burnt flavored coffee in a terrible beer. Even the stout people were not very impressed with most of them. We left right after the beer was done because seconds weren't even worth it. At home the church of the old pink was founded somehow. There was also some alcohol-fueled dummheit again. It was super annoying.

On the bright side (e:terry) and I got out Girl Scout cookies! Too bad about the transfats. I also got to catch up with Michelle for a little bit. She was telling me how after graduation this semester she's planning on going on a big trip to South America. It sounds awesome, I wish I had planned for something like that last year.






On the way back I stopped at the coop. Maybe I need to start purchasing peanut butter in $50 tubs?


Model shots of (e:yesthatcasey). He wanted a good picture

Apparently sometime on St. Patrick's day, Basra ordered some snacks on (e:terry)'s office computer. I didn't even realize he was there (he may have done it with the help of (e:paul), (e:mike) and I). Terry saw this open when he went into work on Monday.



Since Basra didn't ask before he ordered $82 worth of penis pops, I called to cancel it. The woman on the phone pretty much understood when I told her it was St. Patrick's day. I told her Basra was a tortoise and wouldn't be needing any penis candy. She never fufilled the order because she was confused why the name didn't match the card. She also told me it was flagged because of something inappropriate written in the memo section, but she wouldn't tell me what it was. Must have been terrible if the dirty candy company won't say it. I feel kind of bad for their wasted time although I am sure it happens a lot.

Posted 3/16/2014 4:04:48 PM
Order # 768420509
Name=BASRA MICKELSON
Care Of=WENDY THE GHOST
Address=24 LINWWOD A\VE
City=Buffalo
State=NY
Postal Code=14202
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Quantity=10
Style Number=Penis Food
Unit Price=6.30
Product=Jumbo Rainbow Cock Pop, 8 oz-
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Sub Total=$63.00
Shipping Cost=$19.90
Sales Tax=$0.00
Grand Total=$82.90

Poor Bas doesn't know his address or zip code either!

I think I want to be some sort of snack engineer from now on. Someone comes up with all these ridiculous variations on snacks. Vanilla cupcake goldfish, they didn't taste very good but something about them made me finish the package. The taste was weird and fake cake flavored, kind of like a sugar-ier cake vodka.

It reminds me how I used to inhale Cupcake Pebbles when it was a thing. Those probably tasted the same flavorwise but I could eat a box in an evening.

On Saturday (e:paul) and O tackled cleaning out the junk drawer and cabinet in the kitchen. I wish I took a before picture because the end pic is about a tenth as messy as it was. We dumped a bunch of old recipie print outs, ancient medicine (sunscreen that was expired in 2006?) It took us about 2 hours, including trying to fix the saggy cabinet door. The kitchen really didn't look different after but its mentally the antidote to hoarding.

After we went to go take a bunch of old clothes to Amvets and went St Patrick's day shopping at Wegmans with my brother. Paul and I rewarded our work with Ethiopian at Gaturs. They're selling Scientology books now.