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I did actually do origami this week, except for Tuesday, where I made a life altering decision instead.

( Chinese currency, cheap snails, sink folds, and surprisingly entertaining hens. )

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Today I am invited to Chez R, formerly Chez Sam And R, and then for a little while Chez R And Some Really Undependable Roommates, for a fundraising brunch. Apparently I'm cooking, which is ace because I love to cook at parties, it means I have the excuse of being distracted by food when I turn out to be shit at talking to people.

You guys, we're such fucking grownups. I'm getting a promotion and R's holding fundraising Sunday brunches to benefit local musicians. We're pillars of the damn community.

And I am totally wearing my skull and crossbones socks to brunch.

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I am back from brunch! There were mimosas. Actually I've been back for a while, but...mimosas. Also pancakes, sausages, and eggs. It was epic.

R: I wish you had come over while I was dating the artist, she could throw the most amazing meals together.
Sam: The chalk artist?
R: Yeah. She was a really good cook, too.
Sam: But you're done with her now?
R: Yeah, we broke up.
Sam: Oh man, that came out wrong...I didn't mean to be like, are you done with her.
R: That was a little harsh.
Sam: Have you finished with the wench yet?

Also I think R and I arranged to spend a weekend in Indiana, because he had this jar of maple syrup (for the pancakes) and it was REAL INDIANA MAPLE SYRUP and, being half-Canadian, I totally mocked him over this.

Then I tasted it. Holy shit, I didn't know they made maple syrup that good on this side of the border.

Anyway, apparently it comes from Brown County, which is a cool place to visit in the fall, and I'm never going to get there without a car and now I'm his excuse to go visit.

Sadly, despite being surrounded by musicians, mimosas were the extent of my indulgence. For this new job I might get drug-tested again when I sign the paperwork (I mean, they're giving me a damn BACKGROUND CHECK, what next). But it meant I got to tell everyone about my new job, and R and the Ratpacker and a couple of the Eminent Bluesmen promised to schedule a party the following weekend.