'Tis the morn' o' the Pixies show and I'm havin' me tea, tra-la-lee-lo. This is all I will say of the Pixies because if I'm not mistaken, I've been writing the word "PIXIES" enough lately to make you all barf. Pixies. Tonight! Yay. Done.
Yesterday was a smorgasbord of the senses here at the Steffke/Thorvalson/Larsh collective. Greg and I awoke at the RUNNER-UP for Best Irish Pub in the Shepherd's Annual "Best of Milwaukee" issue (ready.... aim.... steady, boys... Just keep in mind, these are the same people who voted RED LOBSTER "Best Seafood") to a cacophany (THE WORD "CACOPHANY" MAKES IT'S GRAND DEBUT IN THE THORVALSON BLOG, DRESSED IN A FINE CLOAK OF MINK AND SUEDE) of nasal, anal, and respiratorial yuckiness erupting from the shower, where our dear friend Brian (sorry, Brian, but WOW) was supposedly cleaning himself in a deluge (ANOTHER GRAND DEBUT PERFORMANCE, THIS TIME BY THE ELOQUENT "DELUGE") of snot, spit, and farts. Every morning shower experience with Brian (and by "with" I do NOT mean WITH Brian; merely in his presence, as that of someone who awakes in the same household occasionally) is a locker room experience. I almost saw his penis the other day, but was thankfully thwarted by a guttural "uh..." when I entered the room, and therefore turned my head just in time.
Our day then turned to the tastes when we ventured forth to the Taj Mahal of Pick 'n Save to gather nuts and berries (okay, salmon and produce) for our delightful dinner last eve. Here I would like to post pictures of said dinner, with special guest appearances by Erin and Chuck of some band (see? quoth Rip O'Dwanny: "humility and humor are the two keys to a happy life"), however, my STUPID BLASTED CAMERA still isn't working properly, i.e., I put new batteries in it and it still acts as though the batteries are dead, i.e., it WON'T TAKE ANY FREAKING PICTURES. So you'll just have to take my word for it: lovely dinner, washed down with a wet-n-wild bottle of Gewurztraminer that Erin was so kind to bring.
After the guests left, for our eyes and ears: some poems read aloud in bed (don't you want to gag now? I hope so).
And to round off the sensual experience... well, we'll leave the touching out of this (blog rated "G" for "Grandma Becky" who reads this site WHILE SHE'S AT WORK! FOR SHAME, REBECCA, FOR SHAME! kisskiss).