the cook your own dinner adventure

The routine all week has been: wake up, do homework, go to school, go to work, go home, do more homework until around 11:30pm, then I move two feet from my desk into my bed and pass the F out, only to wake up in the morning and repeat. Oh the life of a law student. Also, in case you’re wondering, the new job is good. And school is good. Even though apparently I feel like I need to do my readings this semester? And brief cases and take notes and things? SO WEIRD! It takes SO MUCH TIME! Anyway, here’s a little blog post for you (and a break from routine for me):

Saturday night Dustin took me to dinner at the Diamond Knot Brewery in Mukelteo (he wanted to get out of the city).

Apparently this place didn’t believe in clean floors (there were peanut shells ALL OVER), or having people cook food for you. I think they call those people chefs? Weird.

Moral of the story: Dustin had to cook his own steak and shrimp on some 700degree stone. In the words of Liz Lemon, “what the what?!”

I got a pizza. They did cook that for me. So props for that, brewery guys!

And then in the midst of all the cooking and pizza eating and brewery loudness, I took this really obnoxious and bad iPhone video to commemorate it all. Also I was one high alcohol content beer deep at this point so apparently I wasn’t able to say words correctly (enjoy ha):

But in all honesty, the dinner was pretty good. And the whole hot stone thing was fun. And there was beer – I love beer.

Oh and I guess the peanut shells on the floor added to the “charm”? If you can call it that?

Then after that we drove back to Seattle. And during the drive, together, we rapped all the words to Eazy E’s “gimme dat nut”. Hey, we didn’t claim to be classy.

“you know you know that thang, you know me I like dat slang…”

Then once we got back to the city, clearly, we had to go back to Naked City for another pint of Double Mountain’s Gravatar. Because it’s that good. DOUBLE MOUNTAIN BEER IS SO GOOD! (note to self: stop sounding like such a crazy alcoholic, because you’re NOT).

And this crappy iPhone pic was taken at Naked City:

And THEN, we went to Safeway, and I was a little drunk, and it was 11:30pm and we got SO MUCH POPCORN! Because, oh, I forgot to tell you, I got Dustin a popcorn maker on Saturday. Like an air popper – I think is what most people call it. And I wrapped it. In wrapping paper. And I surprised him with it. Just because [I’m the BEST girlfriend EVER, obvi]. Also it was kind of for me because I LOVE the popcorn. I love it so much. Ok it was totally for me. But for him to keep. I didn’t claim to be un-selfish either.

And then we RAN from Safeway to Dustin’s apartment to make TONS of popcorn and watch SNL. Which was a disappointing re-run.

The popcorn, however, was NOT disappointing. It was SO GOOD! And I decided it would be a good idea (it totally was) to dump lots of Johnny’s seasoning salt on it. hashtagMSG. 

P.S. in case you haven’t already noticed: the only time I ever do anything fun is with Dustin. Hence the reason all of my posts lately are about stuff we’ve done. The rest of my time is spent homeworking, going to class, working or sleeping. All the boring life stuff, you know. And what’s the fun in blogging about that?

Andddd it’s 11:28p.m., and that means it’s almost time for me to begrudgingly move 2 feet into my bed. Goodnight friends!