In the spirit of the Friday Afternoon Confessional
, I offer up a midweek and secularized set of admissions.
I admit that I've all but stopped making coffee in the morning. It's too loud to grind the beans, and, while this is easily fixable by (a) not being a snob who grinds his own beans or (b) being slightly less a snob and pre-grinding my beans the night before, I instead succomb to the convenience and deliciousness of Mudhouse coffee, preferring to pay $2 rather than dealing with the hassle and the noise.
I admit that my coffee purchases increasingly include fresh-squeezed orange juice, bringing my morning beverage total to $5 and assuring my continued slide into effete toolishness.
I admit that I attended the cVillain
New Year's Eve party, hosted by commenter TwoOFour. I admit that I sucked at poker. I admit that I probably drank too much Jack Daniels. I admit I (jokingly, of course) suggested that shooting down the Ron Paul blimp would be the ultimate mindfuck for a libertarian, forcing a choice between second-amendment wankery and the sanctity of private property. I admit I think about Ron Paul too much and have decided he doesn't really matter much in the long run.
I admit that my other weekend bloggerish party was the whirlwind UnfoggeDCon 2.0
. I admit that I feel increasingly like I didn't actually meet anyone, conversations being brief by and large. I admit I find this immensely disappointing, as I fully blame myself for not being more sociable but rather overwhelmed.
I admit that I ate too many of those caramel things with the white center yesterday. What are those called? I admit that I would eat just the white centers, were they sold separately.
I admit that, on the day of the unfogged party, I ate for the first time at Temperance Hall
. I admit that it saddens me to learn this establishment is changing hands, but I'm hopeful by the waitress' assurances that the menu will be largely unchanged. I admit that I raved to my roommate Hambone about the excellence of the garlic fries, prompting him to undertake a foolhardly attempt to recreate said fries, based solely on my description. I admit that he has a Plan B for the fries, which will likely happen tonight. I admit this excites me.
I admit that tonight I'm attending my third meet-up in under a week, but this one's not for a blog but rather for a college paper I used to write for. I admit I expect it to be informal and fun. I admit I'm somewhat anxious about it nonetheless.
I admit that this year's version of the Holiday Mix CD Exchange
was an unqualified success, as eleven people stepped up to participate, including one stranger (well, someone only one of us has met). I admit that this means we increased participation by a full 37.5%, a trend which, should it continue, will put fifteen CDs in my hot little hands next year. I admit I still haven't sent my track listing to Ryan but I will soon. I swear.
Feel free to fess up to whatever you need to in comments.