SuperEggplant

I did not turn on my computer once this weekend! Saturday I attended and helped out at a friend’s daughter’s wedding, so I was only home for a couple of hours (I helped in the morning, the ceremony was in the afternoon, and the reception was in the evening). It was a beautiful wedding and went off without a hitch. One interesting part of the wedding was the Lithuanian wedding cake, also known as the “horny cake.” You can see why (the cheesecake is for those who like their pastries without spikey protrusions):

I didn’t taste it myself, but one guy I asked said it was not terribly delicious. It was shipped from the midwest somewhere and arrived entombed in bubble wrap. I imagine it’s like hardtack with icing.
So Sunday I went up to San Jose for the Desert Dance Festival, a belly dancing festival. Ha ha! Yes indeed! It was not as huge as I had anticipated, but it was still very interesting. There were many vendors selling all sorts of shiny things, and dancers shaking their appendages off on stage. The great thing was cancer-killing Megan came along with her friend Cynthia, who is a belly dancer. When Megan walked up to me, I didn’t recognize her right off because of her chemo curls. I have known Megan for over 20 years, and she has always had straight, fine hair. Now she has curls. You might be able to tell if she weren’t making a silly face here during our nice, leisurely lunch at Il Fornaio:

And here’s Cynthia “trying on” a costume:

It was a long day, but you only live once, right?

Would it surprise you to know that I don’t like plain checks? Bah! So boring! I usually order my checks from Rosencrantz & Gildenstern. I have also ordered some Shag checks. Lately, though, I have been ordering checks from those nasty mass-market check printers that always advertise in the coupon section in the Sunday newspaper (gotta see the latest plush footies or polyester culottes by Blair, after all). Last time I got classic Barbie, and right now we have Curious George. Imagine my excitement, though, when I saw these from Checks in the Mail:


Well, helloooooo, kitty! The only problem is Peter & I have only one checking account, and while I generally hoard the checkbook, sometimes he needs to use it. Going to hardware stores or lumberyards and being forced to write Barbie checks is rather distressing for him. If I order Hello Kitty checks, I think it will push him over the edge (but I might do it anyway. Heh heh).

Do you say soda or pop? I think I generally say soda nowadays, but when I was a kid, I think I said pop. People in Portland say pop, I guess. Anyway, I went to that nut house place that has all the old-time regional candies. They also have old-time regional sodas! I got a few to try:

I didn’t get a chance to try the huckleberry one. The others were very sweet, as you can probably guess. I think Weinhard’s orange cream soda is tastier than the one in the photo. It’d be fun to do an orange cream soda taste test …
In knitting news, I finished the back of the simple Gash cardie (I decided to call it Gash since the color reminds me of that Urban Decay lipstick color). It’s going very quickly because it’s knit on US10 needles, and it’s a loosey goosey gauge. The gauge didn’t seem that loose when I swatched at the store, but I guess this is how it is. Any tighter and it would probably be too hot (it’s a silk and mohair blend). You can’t really tell here, but the stuff GLOWS: