last night

mom and dad (we gave them carnations for valentine's day, don't ask, i mean, nome and me walked in thestore, expecting to get a delivery, adn walked out with a bouquet... i dunno know exactly what happened, but obviously we now have a dozen carnations aranged tastefully with baby's breath and fern-like plants sitting on our kitchen table, a full week before the actual holiday... hopefully they'll hang around for awhile :) ) went to a mardi gras party last night... and han was at work, so nome and i bonded... i made pancakes (well, technically, the recipe was for something called "griddle cakes" but they tasted like pancakes, so we're going to let that one go...) and scrambled eggs and toast and nome put some bacon in the microwave and we had a good time watching the ends of Joe vs. the Volcano (wonderful) and Hellboy (er... not as good, but not too bad) until nome had to go to bed cause she's working today... i think we had a good time, nome is odd as hell... i mean, usually, she ducks under the radar, sorta puts it on underdog, but last night, she just breaks out in the middle of a police song (cooking requires mood music) and begins to take it apart, clinical style, she was pointing out parts of the song (an englishman in new york) and comparing them to parts of new york, like the drum solo thingy in the middle, she was like "yeah, that's Harlem" and when the sax came in "that's the jazz clubs" and then in the middle with all the cultured sorta keyboard stuff (i think it was a keyboard) "that's madison square garden" where the hell did this all come from??? smart little foxy child, i'd say... maybe i should cook for it more often?