Bro can cook!

Macaroni Bar and Grill, which some of you may remember from my 'food porn' rant a long time ago, has taught my brother how to cook. Which is sweet since he made me some stuff to eat for when I got here. Here being home by the way. It was really good except for the bits of a broken casserole dish that I bit into, but that had nothing to do with Adam apparently so he still gets 'mad props' if that's still being used by the cool kids these days.

I was supposed to call Heather when I got home but, after being taken to a bar right after the airport, I got in about ten whole minutes ago, so calling her now would be, well rude. Sorry Heb! You'll get your phone call promise!

In other good news, Craig has some goodies waiting for him here now. And Ben is off the hook. Apparently he was under suspicion of stalking the American Consul General to Toronto. Yeah. For this I had to put on pants. Jerk face. For his take on it check out http://finishthejob.blogspot.com

And curse you Sunita for being bad at this game!

All is well once again in the universe for a short while at least, for I am now the proud, oh so proud, probably too proud owner of 'The Last Starfighter', on par with Abraxis as being one of the most badass SciFi films ever created that wasn't made into a series. Oh, the watchings we shall have to have! Ben! Look forward to it! Huzzah!

I also need to thank the Starbucks peeps (especially Mary for the early tips, and Ken for trying to help me out with my schedule) for the support (Mr. Moo, one day all our teams will win and we can talk undepressing sports), Katy for the lunch that got me through to Adam's baked-ish Farfalle and Cheese and Sausage thing pasta that I had tonight. Detroit Metro Airport is shiny, with a monorail, dancing water and all the other big screen trappings of shiny, but there was still no debit or credit and the rudest midwesterners ever (okay that's a lie, well, actually, that was some of the worst customer service I've ever had. And I've been to southern Italy on the off-season in a middle of no-where kinda place) to ask 'may I take your order, and keep saying it even after you've started asking about things on their menu. "Do you take debit", should never be followed by the statements "do you want fries with that" or "mild, medium, or hot on those".....EVER.

Lets see, so many people to see. MK, Hebs, the gaming group, maybe the Burnsie group, and so on. But I'm still looking forward the most to seeing Courtney. God I hope she makes it down.

So tired, to the sleep I go.